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  • Coach has a rewarding wank

    “The new swim team seeing to be doing really well,” thought Coach Bullock as he watched the team members heading out for their first victory party after winning today’s swim meet.

    They had been surprised by how easily they aced the other team but, as he explained to the team, the 72 hours abstinence policy he made them follow was the main reason for their success. It has been a college policy ever since he had been coach there and he had seen how it got results.  Now the guys had their first victory, they might understand it better and be more easy about it.

    He was worried though that none of them had taken the opportunity to masturbate after the meet. When they first started training, having not had any sex or masturbate for 72 hours really got to them and they would frequently spring boners during training.

    They’d get boners at other times to. He heard from other teachers how they noticed bulges and even wet patches on some of the students and figured, that because they weren’t asking for permission to go the bathroom, they must be on the swim team and ‘in training’.

    “I hope they don’t go and spring random boners before they can get home and take care of things,” he thought. 

    Because they team were usually all so hard by the end of a meet he had suggested they use beat off while they shower. By the end of training they guys were usually hard as rock so were quick to take up the offer. Some of the shyer ones would beat off in the toilet cubicles but, seeing as how they all saw each other hard as they changed most of them were cool with wanking in the showers.

    It seemed to be a good team-building thing too and often the after training shower and beat off sessions went for a half-hour.

    “It’s amazing how a bunch of 18 year olds are half-crazy after no wanking for three days,” he would think to himself. 

    “What if I ramp it up to a week of abstinence?”

    The janitor, Harry Wood had been with the college for a few years and knew about the after training ritual so would wait until they were finished before he came in to clean the locker room. He wasn’t at all fazed by cum all over the floor of the showers either.  If he entered too early and some of them were still at it nobody cared. He was almost like part of the team.

    “Ah well, ” he thought, “nothing extra for Harry to clean up today.  Might as well have a shower myself and head home.”

    Coach Bullock started to undress. He took of his trainers, socks, singlet and shorts.  But as he stood there in his jockstrap, he felt a tingle in his crotch. The sight of the room full of college guys jerking off usually made him hard too. He always abstained for 72 hours too, just to give it a total, team bonding aspect so he would more often than not have a raging boner too.  Just thinking about the guys as they changed and their erections bobbing about as they tried to stuff them into their pants and shorts was starting to make him chub up.

    “Well, maybe just one load for Harry to clean up,” he chuckled as he fished his swelling penis out out and began plumping it up.

    “Mmmmm, this feels good,” he thought as I walked into the shower and turned on the water.

    He pumped some of the shower gel on to his palm and washed it all over himself. When he got to his cock, he tugged it downward and let it go. It flew back up, hitting his wet, soapy stomach with a loud ‘thwak’.

    “I might take celebrate with a real good wank,” he thought.  

    He pumped some more gel onto his finger then, bending over, he rubbed it in his butt crack.

    “That feels so good,” he moaned, succumbing to the touch of his finger.

    He glided his finger around his hole and every once in a while gently poked past it into his anus. The effect went straight to his hardon and precum started to ooze from his piss-slit. With one hand busy tingling his hole, the other hand stroked his cock.

    He opened his eyes slightly, he thought he someone or something move.  Maybe it was the cleaner. Maybe one of the guys had come back. But he was too blissed out to care if wasn’t alone.

    “If there is somebody there, they would have made themselves known,” he thought as moved the hand from his ass around to cock and leaned against the shower wall.

    He was too close to even care.

    “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Awww faaaark!,” he moaned as a load of cum splashed up over his chest then spread down over his torso as it mingled with the water spray. He pointed his dick downward as the second blast flew out and across the shower floor.  

    He looked down at the pearly mess and smiled before soaping his body clean, turning of the shower and walked across the room to the urinal trough.

    He needed a piss now and, as his cock was starting to soften up, he could take one.

    “Guys gone already?,” said Harry Wood entering the room and, standing next to him and taking out his cock to piss.

    “Been gone a while Harry,” he said. “Big celebration party, they couldn’t get out of here fast enough.”

    “Ah! Right,” Harry said, “so much spoof to clean up then?”

    “Just one lot actually,” came the reply as the coach shook the drips off his dick.

    “And let me guess who’s that is,” Harry said with a chuckle.

  • Corn-Fed

    My apartment wasn’t in the best part of town. It was in an old block that was reasonably well maintained and the best I could afford. There were two apartments upstairs and two downstairs. I lived in the upstairs apartment to the left, and Sarah lived across from me. Sarah was a ‘Goth’ of sorts. She always dressed in black and had long black hair and rather severe makeup. She was actually very attractive but always looked somewhat frumpy in the oversized clothing she wore. What impressed me most was that Sarah was a really good cook. Anytime she invited me over for a dinner was a highlight in my existence. Sandwiches and eggs were about as good as it got when I prepared my own meals.

    Sarah had strange taste where men were concerned. She liked rough looking guys with tattoos. In fact, the term skanky could best describe her male predilections.

    After a few months of observing her motley array of boyfriends come and go, she finally settled on a guy named LP. When I met LP I asked him what the letters stood for, thinking they might be the letters of a hyphenated name. He assured me they were not and were simply a nickname.

    “Do the letters mean anything?” I asked. “Anything you like,” was his reply.

    “Give me an idea,” I countered.

    “Loves pussy, loves playing… Anything that you like bro,” was his final reply.

    He never mentioned his real name and I did not press him further on this matter.

    LP was a walking advertisement for tattoos and piercings. His eyebrows, ears, chin, and even cheeks were adorned with studs. I was particularly fascinated by his nose ring. I was told by Sarah that his entire body was tattooed with reptiles, a species he was crazy about. All one could normally see was an array of lizards, salamanders, and geckos that he had tattooed on his neck and hands. LP’s greatest dream was to be the curator of a reptile park.

    According to Sarah, the piercings weren’t only restricted to his head but she did not elaborate on those details. LP was quite tall and slightly on the skinny side. He wasn’t skeletal, just slim. He had a good-looking face and beautiful large brown eyes.

    Of all the guys I had met in her company, he was by far the most pleasant and enjoyable to interact with. He obviously knew I was gay but this did not appear to faze him. In fact, he always hugged me when we got together. He was totally laid back and loved weed. I never got into marijuana because it just never appealed to me. They, however, were not shy on that front and smoked themselves into a coma in Sarah’s apartment.

    A month after they hooked up Sarah got appendicitis and spent three nights in a hospital. When I arrived at the hospital on the eve of her operation, LP was by her side. Shortly before she was wheeled into the theatre she asked me to feed her lover, advising that she had pre-cooked meals in her freezer.

    LP and I left soon after and made our way back to Sarah’s apartment. She was quite meticulous and I found a lasagne in her freezer, clearly marked as such. After the defrosting and cooking duration had been reached, I even provided a salad with the meal, which was a great accomplishment for me.

    LP and I enjoyed the meal as we sipped on our beers. After washing up we moved through to the lounge.

    As we talked I asked him about the tattoos on his body. “Would you like to see them?” He asked.

    Shrugging, I replied, “Why not.” LP first removed his jacket and t-shirt before his shoes and socks followed. Lastly, he removed his jeans. As I had been forewarned, his body was totally covered with reptilian tattoos. He also had studs through his nipples and a belly ring with a reptile charm hanging from it. Standing before me in his underpants, I got a tattoo fashion show and lecture, with a blow by blow sermon about the various creatures and their significance. During this litany, I observed how beautifully proportioned his body was. LP was fucking hot! The best tattoo on his body was a huge Gila monster that he had tattooed on his back. It was a masterfully done tattoo of a fat yellow and black lizard.

    Naturally, being gay, I could not help observing the rather large bulge he had in his underpants and I did my very best not to blatantly stare. Without getting dressed after the show, LP took a seat opposite me in the lounge as we continued chatting.

    After a while, I impishly asked if he had any more piercings. Without hesitation, LP got up and unceremoniously dropped his underpants before moving towards me. The term ‘totally stunned’ would be an understatement for what I saw next. LP’s large dick was entirely studded with bead implants. It looked fucking weird! He also had a multitude of rings arranged in three rows adorning his ample ball sac. It just looked fucking hectic!

    “Wasn’t that painful to do?” I asked, totally overwhelmed.

    “Not at all, as a matter of fact, it was awesome,” he said, as he enclosed his hand around his knob and began to toy with it.

    “You should see how awesome it looks when it’s erect,” he replied, as he continued playing with his dick. “Wait, you’ll see.”

    I could visibly see his cock harden as he intensified his fondling. Finally, totally erect he removed his hand and invited me to feel for myself. Gingerly, I lifted my hand and placed it on his shaft. It was manic!

    “Sarah loves her corn on the cob,” he said giggling, before resuming, “You should see how wild she gets when I fuck her… I hope I didn’t bring her appendicitis on,” he concluded, laughing.

    I just kept running my fingers up and down his ‘cob,’ totally mesmerized. As I looked up into his eyes he spoke again, “Problem is, I’m going to be without pussy for the next several days… Do you think can you help me out, Bennie?”

    As I began trembling he added, “You got me hard, so you owe me, bro.”

    After lifting my body up by my chin his nimble fingers began to undress me. I felt like I was in a catatonic state as my clothing disappeared from my body. Pulling me into him he gently began to kiss me. As his arms enfolded my body his hands moved towards my butt-hole. Finally, his two middle fingers met on either side of my butthole where they tussled in a lustful circular dance.

    “Do want to be corn-fed Bennie?” He asked after his lips moved off my mouth.

    A pathetic “Yes,” was all I could muster.

    LP moved me to the back of the sofa before pushing my torso downward. Then, after applying copious amounts of spit to his cob he entered me at a glacial pace. Bead by bead his knob popped in slowly. Initially, it was very uncomfortable, but as my hole continued accepting each new bump, the stimulation intensified.

    In preparation of the rough battering I was about to receive, I began grunting. My arse was about to be put to its ultimate test by a reptilian tormentor. Finally, all in, I began to convulse in anticipation of my upcoming ‘persecution.’ Slowly, gently, he began taunting my hole more and more, as the beads popped in and out of me. My body began to shake with blissful agony.

    “Please, just fuck me harder,” I finally begged him.

    LP went into overdrive as he pounded into me relentlessly. My cock started spraying cum like a fire hose as my balls went into overdrive. He must have milked three weeks of sperm production out of me during the process. As I hung over the sofa like a spent rag doll, he finally unloaded into me. I was totally spent and had never felt that level of stimulation before.

    I crawled into my apartment that night. I don’t think that I even brushed my teeth before I fell on my bed and passed out.

    The following day my arse was rather sore and on several visits to the toilet, I could feel my arse lips were extremely puffy. The gain had been very much worth the pain, however, so I really didn’t care.

    Being a great believer in the old adage; ‘one swallow does not a summer make,’ I imagined that the previous evening had been a once-off aberration.

    That evening I again visited Sarah in the hospital, and true to form LP was also there. Again, she asked me to make sure that LP got fed that evening.

    As I departed she winked at me and with an impish grin, and then said, “Thank you for taking care of my boy.” I did not want to read too much into that statement given all the medication she had received over the previous twenty-four hours.

    I again selected a pre-prepared meal from Sarah’s freezer and soon LP and I were again savouring one of Sarah’s culinary delights. After washing-up the dishes, I suggested an early night after the previous evening’s activities and with the puffiness of my nether region still very much on my mind.

    As I was leaving LP mentioned that he had never seen my apartment. Our tour was short lived because as we passed by my bed, my next ‘corn feeding’ was forced upon me. My pleading was totally in vain but thankfully he used lubrication, which he had brought along on this occasion.

    The sex was not as enjoyable as the previous evening in all honesty. I was, however, grateful that it did not last too long because it felt like a cactus was being jammed up my backside during our session.

    The following evening we visited Sarah for the last time before her release. I was fairly sure that the initial evening with LP had not been an anomaly. As a result, I sought the assistance of a local gay pharmacist that afternoon, whom I briefed about my dilemma.

    The ointment that he prescribed was fantastic and that evening after two rounds with LP, I was almost sorry that Sarah would be home again the following evening.

    Sarah was released the following day and after a brief greeting after her arrival home, I spent the evening alone. It was actually quite a relief because my arse needed a sabbatical after its punishment of the past few days.

    Shortly after my arrival home the next day there was a knock at my door. LP informed me that I had been summoned for a thank you dinner by Sarah. She was in a little discomfort but seemed well on the way to recovery. After drinks in the lounge, we were soon enjoying one of her tasty meals. Again she could not stop thanking me for looking after LP. Shortly before the end of the meal, she dropped an atomic bomb on me.

    “I will be of little use to LP over the next four to five days and wonder if you would be kind enough to continue helping us out?” she asked. Not totally sure of her meaning I just frowned, before she continued, “Bennie, LP and I don’t have any secrets and I know you’ve been helping out with his sexual needs.”

    My jaw almost hit the floor. Following on she said, “Besides, I love watching two guys fucking, so believe me I will be stimulated more than you can imagine.” I almost choked on my last morsel of food. Sarah just giggled and told me to chill, as LP sat there with a naughty grin on his face.

    Still laughing she continued, “I know you aren’t into women and that’s cool. LP will be our go-between because he is totally bisexual, so it’s all good.”

    I sat dumbfounded for the next few minutes. Finally, she concluded, “Besides, I believe you and I are both into ‘corn’ in a big way.” We all burst out laughing.

    That night I upgraded to an even weirder level of sexual activity. Sarah sat naked on a chair watching as LP fucked my arse. Her active right fingers were soon part of our combined pleasures as she rubbed the hell out of her pussy.

    “Fuck him LP, fuck him harder,” she intoned. With LP thumping my arse vigorously, obscenities kept flowing from Sarah’s lips. Finally, about to cum, LP jumped off me and rushing over to Sarah erupted all over her pussy.

    After a short break Sarah wanted more and soon I was on my back as LP began fucking me again.

    “Kiss him,” Sarah ordered. As commanded LP kissed and speared me maniacally. The voyeuristic aspect of our action was turning me on incredibly. As LP got close to the point of no return, Sarah directed him to cum in my mouth.

    A week later our nightly sessions were combined into an orgasmic triumvirate of bliss. LP loved hopping from one to the other as Sarah and I relished our corn diet.

    ***

    Two months later a new dynamic was introduced into our lives. Vern (Vernon), an old buddy of LP’s was released from prison and needed a place to stay. LP begged me to help out till Vern could sort himself out. I wasn’t exactly jumping up and down with enthusiasm at the prospect of having to share my home with an ex-con. Somewhat nervously, I agreed to help out.

    Vern was about the same height LP but a lot heftier. He was also covered with tattoos but they were cruder than LP’s. Vern was very rough looking and had quite a few lacerations on his face. His nose had obviously also been broken in the past. He wasn’t ugly, but had the aggro look of a tough bouncer. The scars on his large hands also underlined the fact that he was a real bruiser.

    Although he seemed pleasant enough, I was, nevertheless, uncomfortable sharing my apartment with him. LP assured me I had nothing to worry about and having agreed to the arrangement, I hoped like hell that LP’s judgment could be trusted. Being the size Vern was, arranging a bed for him on my sofa was simply not going to work. Due to my kind-heartedness, I was, therefore, going to be inconvenienced by having to sleep on my couch.

    That night we all had dinner with Sarah before Vern and I eventually left for my apartment. As I began making up my bed in the lounge he asked me what I was doing. “The sofa is just too small for you, so you had better use the bed,” I answered.

    “Why?” he asked, puzzled.

    “Well, you’re going to be very uncomfortable on the sofa,” I replied.

    Vern then shook his head before saying, “You’re gay, right?”

    “Yes,” I answered, sheepishly.

    “Well then baby, our honeymoon begins tonight. I know I’m not the best looking guy in town but I’m fuckin hot in bed,” Vern answered. I stood dumbfounded.

    “I need a lot of loving, baby, and LP tells me you have got a hot man-cunt,” Vern concluded.

    Observing my stunned expression he resumed, “Let’s get it on baby, my cock is about to explode in these jeans.”

    Vern then led me to the bedroom where we got undressed. Vern was even beefier than I thought and when he dropped his underpants my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Vern’s uncut dick was bigger and weirder than LP’s.

    “Are those implants?” I asked.

    “Yes,” he answered, before moving closer to give me a proper look.

    Vern had four rectangular implants embedded under his shaft skin. Two of the implants were in the middle of the penis on either side of his cock. The third was on top an inch higher up towards his cock-head, and the fourth under his penis, an inch further down from the middle two. The implants came from the handles of toothbrushes and were each an inch long. They had been sawn off and filed smooth before being implanted.

    Picking me up under my arms my body was thrown on the bed. Next, moving his knees between my legs his body then covered me. As my head was clamped hands his tongue massaged my lips. Instinctively, I closed my eyes.

    “Open up your eyes baby,” he commanded. “Never lose eye contact with me when I’m making love to you,” he instructed. It was almost as if his eyes were emitting heat.

    Vern did everything in his own time and our oral session seemed to last forever. His kissing was hard as he bit and sucked my lips incessantly, until they felt raw. Gradually, his implants began to grind into my genitals vigorously. At one point it felt as if his knob was trying to invert my nut-sac. My gasping seemed to fuel his lust as my aching lips and abused scrotum got tenderized.

    Finally, turning me onto my stomach his studded shaft began scraping my crack. As his rubbing intensified natural lubrication dribbled out of his dick. Vern’s invasion shortly followed. It was not too hectic at first, but once all four implants had entered my backside his tempo began to increase. My sphincter was ‘brutalized’ as Vern constantly pushed and pulled the implants all the way in and out rapidly. It was like having a breath-taking jackhammer up my butt.

    My hoarse groans incited him to greater heights and when he finally came, I was completely sated. I just lay there whimpering and groaning. I soon learned that Vern was not yet done for the night. Fortunately, however, round two was far less hectic.

    We did not join Sarah and LP on the following two evenings and poor Vern had to put up with my lack of culinary skill. I supposed that our neighbours had figured that Vern and I needed to get better acquainted. I also made sure to purchase an abundance of my special ointment.

    When we finally had our first foursome it was very enjoyable. LP and Vern kept Sarah and me on our toes throughout the session as they kept swapping partners.

    We only had a foursome once a week after that, not wanting the excitement of our encounters to become too predictable and boring. The positions and configurations we came up with never ceased to amaze me. Vern and LP also like to swap partners fairly often, for one-on-one sessions in both apartments.

    Vern appeared to be very happy with things the way they were and never spoke about moving out. He had secured a fairly good job and happily contributed to our existence.

    I really didn’t mind having him around.


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  • Buddy Watches and Whores me Out

    The buddy in question is the one who works for the airline and the one who after many years of trying I finally got to sleep with him after he came home drunk from the bar to the hotel room we shared (Took ten years to bag him)

    After that initial time, our paths hardly crossed but we still kept in touch here and there via WhatsApp and on this occasion I was in Lebanon for work and it was going to be a long stay so as we were talking he says “I could pop over for the weekend.”

    The beauty of travel benefits with the airlines!

    So we set to making a plan, he had never been and for me, the weekends are usually very quiet so that Friday evening his flight landed from Istanbul and we started our weekend of adventure.

    Typically speaking, Middle Eastern men can best be described as muscle daddies that love to wear speedos. I know, that is such a generalisation, but they are more body self aware than us in the US and in my experience, a lot of them fill out a tight speedo very nicely. I’m not complaining. If I could give birth, trust me, half my children would be black and the other ones would have a swarthy Mediterranean look to them.

    Anyway, so buddy and I were wining and dining and ended up at this old nightclub I had been to many years before and it oozed a sexual freedom. It wasn’t a gay bar per se but you could sense that labelling someone as either or would be a challenge. So I suggested we pay the husband game.

    It’s a simple game, I spot someone and point them out to my friend and give him the visual reasons why he’d make the perfect husband. And vice versa. Anyway, so we played this for a bit, hammering back drinks and after while it turned silly and raunchy. My friend would say things like, “he’d be your perfect husband because his dick curves to the left.” And on it went and the two of his were giggling like school girls over the most profane things we could think of to say.

    Fast forward to later that evening and we are back in my hotel room watching the room spin.

    Ok, not that bad, but we had been drinking a fair bit and as we lay there still giggling a bit, buddy says, “some of those guys were fucking hot though eh?”

    I couldn’t disagree, “have you checked out scruff or Grindr here yet?” I asked.

    He hadn’t so I pulled out my iPad and again like two teenage girls we scrolled through the multitudes of hot muscly men on scruff, rating each one based on our own unique and highly scientific scale system.

    I hadn’t noticed but as we were scrolling, there were four or five messages piled up, some from guys we had both found hot. So we decided to answer as two guys in a hotel room together but not partners and see where it went. I agreed that if he picked up and wanted the room, I’d disappear and he said the same.

    But then it went weird. Buddy had gone into my frequent pics and was sending these guys pics of my jock strapped ass like wildfire and before too long, I think I had gone to piss, I came back and he blurts out, “these three guys wanna fuck you and I wanna sit in the corner watch them all do you.”

    I swear my cock sprang to attention faster than it ever has and he says to me, “you ok with that?”

    I doubt I answered because I ran to the bathroom to clean up and when I came out, there he was giving drinks from the mini bar to these 3 young guys and having a really good time. Apparently he had already explained what was going to happen and so when I came out, they all turned around to see me standing there in a tank top and jock strap, holding their drinks with huge grins on their faces.

    “Let the fun begin” buddy said as he and the guys started to get undressed.

    For some reason, I was making total eye contact with my buddy as he pulled down his jeans and there was this unspoken transmission of some understanding that he was calling the shots, and my job was to take whatever he commanded of these three studs

    This part we hadn’t rehearsed but as he lowered himself into the hotel room arm chair, he began stroking his big dick while telling the three guys what to do and how to do it.

    “Make that whore gag on your big dicks, he can take it.”

    “Slap him with your cocks, finger his hole, he’ll let you fist him if you want, lick his pucker.”

    And they did everything he said.

    I have to confess, I hardly noticed these three guys, I was fixated on buddy jerking away in the chair giving his commands. But he had chosen them and they were all pretty young things, hung and muscled so he was probably enjoying watching them as much as watching them dominate my ass.

    They took turns barebacking my ass (per buddy’s commands), fucked my face, slapped me around, used my hole and before too long the room stank of poppers and sweat. At one point, buddy even commanded them to take turns fucking me from behind while I leaned out over the balcony which was epic in itself but also extremely beautiful looking out at the ocean while three Lebanese studs fucked the shit out of me.

    Back inside, buddy was enjoying himself, and always told me he didn’t like poppers but he took the bottle and inhaled a big hit while watching me basically get raped on command ( his command).

    He sighed and moaned and jerked his dick and then mumbled, “I’m getting close, I want you to cover the slut in cum and finger it into his ass after you’re done. DO IT!!” He shouted.

    And they did.

    I laid on my back and put my knees up so my jock strapped hole was wide open for them all, and one-by-one they jerked their thick nutt all over my well fucked hole. I wish we had taken a picture of it, but after they were all done, as they were told, two of them scooped up the nutt and fingered it into my hole.

    I looked over and there is buddy stroking his big uncut cock, playing with his nipple and watching every drop of cum being shovelled into my ass.

    The three guys were all hunched like hungry werewolves or something scraping up their cum and pushing it into my guys.

    I smiled at him with my legs still up and, and he gives me a thumbs up and a huge smile before standing up. He walked over to the end of the bed and splashes a big load of his cum all over my hole mixing it with the remaining from the three other guys.

    I pretty much thought that was it but then he says, “who wants to lick that cum up and spit it into the sluts mouth?”

    As it turned out, all three wanted a chance to spit cum into my mouth so they did. Each licked and slurped as much as they could, and cleaned buddy’s bone. One of the guys even sucked the cute out of my puckering hole and then as commanded, came up, kissed me and spat all of it into my mouth which I dutifully swallowed.

    Fast forward to 30 minutes later. I’m towelling off from the shower, burping up cum, feeling my asshole all tender, still full of cum and lean around the bathroom corner with a smile on my face.

    There is my buddy, laying down, dozing off a little, but his cock is hard again and arching across his belly.

    I did what any friend would do, I got between his legs and sucked him gently until he blew another load down my throat.

    After he came, we cuddled up like a pair of long term lovers and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

    When we woke up the next morning he just looked at me and started giggling again, “that was fun, I might be coming a voyeur Daddy in my old age.”

    He slapped my ass and jumped up from the bed, “come on slut, lets go play tourist.”


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  • Freemount High

     Danny was now in his final year of high school and was very excited about getting a scholarship for Marystown College in September. He lived with his parents on a small hobby farm on the west side of the town of Hagersville. Steven was his best friend as they both decided to get today on Saturday night for a sleepover.

    Steven was an only child and lived with his dad Mervin who also had a small hobby farm for them both to enjoy. Danny was now pass out on the couch when he heard some noise in the kitchen around 3 am in the morning. He got up slowly and notice that it was Mervin drinking on down a huge glass of cold milk.

    He then got truly turn on when he noticed that Mervin had a nice semi-hard on showing through his tight white underwear. Danny then decided to walk back to the living room couch to were he made his bed for the night. Over the next few weeks, Danny could not stop dreaming about Steven Dad and was hoping for Steven to invite him back over for the night again.

    It was well over 80 as Danny went for a ride on his dirt bike and ran into Steven Father over on the hiking trail. His heart started to pound when he notices Mervin was rubbing his crotch during their conversation. 

    ” Do you come down here a lot Danny? “

    ” I come down around this area a few times a month Sir”

    ” Please call me Mervin”

    ” This is a very nice trail for walking and taking a break from life overall  Danny “

    ” I know, I found a few nice quiet secluded spot right beside the stream Mervin. “

    ” How about you show me one Danny? “

    ” Yes, I know of a good spot Mervin?

    It took about 15 minutes until they got to Danny favorite spot beisde the rushing stream. Danny began to take out a blanket that he had in his Knapsack as Mervin begin to help him spread it out.

    ” This is really nice Danny “

    ” Thanks, I always love to brings a few beers along with me when I go out for my ride. “

    ” I could sure use a cold one right now Danny “

    The beers were going down real good by now when Mervin made his first move on Danny as he started to kiss Danny on his lips. The kiss lasts a few minutes until the situation got more sexual. Danny dreams became true as his mouth was in full throttle sucking Mervin 7 plus thick cock. Mervin was truly amazed and turn on how Danny is sucking up every ounce of his pre-cum pouring out of his cock.

    ” OMG, I am so close Danny “

    ” Yes. give it to me Sir! “

    Mervin screams through the top of lungs as the cum flew out of him all the way down the back of Danny’s throat. Danny then grabs the beer so he can wash the rest of Mervin cum all down. 

    ” Holy shit Danny that was fucking hot! “

    ” Yes, Mervin I always wanted to blow you, Sir”

    Over the next few weeks, Danny and Mervin got together a few time for some hot action. Stew got a huge surprise one day when he caught Danny and his Father 69ing one another on their camping trip. 

    Danny loved sucking cocks and love meeting men when he is on his trail bike. He now thought it was time for someone to open up his virgin hole and went over to the diner on highway 73. He heard that lot’s of Truckers, Cop’s and Bikers love to dine there. 

    He had just ordered his hot chicken when a huge bearly Biker cop plump his ass down on the stool beside. Danny was nervous as hell when the Biker Cop started to ask him all kinds of question. 

    Biker Cop John Stevenson then order Danny to join him over at his log cabin up in the woods. He was waiting for a short period of time when Biker Cop John finally got back to were they bikes are parked at the side of the diner. Once again Danny cock started to grow when he notices a medium size rip in the crotch  Biker Cop John green pants.

    The fuck got more intense when Biker Cop started to fuck Danny in his sling that he just build. Danny was clinging tightly onto Biker Cop leather jock strap that he loves to fuck his men in. Biker Cop finally explodes off a load of his Man juice all over Danny semi hairy chest. 

    ” Jesus John, that was fucking great dude “

    ” Why don’t you get up and jump into the shower and wait for me there “

    ” Yes, Sir “

    Biker Cop was deeply enjoying scrubbing down Danny in the shower stall. He then forces down Danny’s head and orders him to suck his hard 9-inch piece of tool. It only took a few minutes when Bike Cop shot off another load of his juice. Danny began to choke a bit on the huge load that Biker Cop just gave him again.

    Once again Biker Cop then orders Danny to watch him get dress before his shift started later on that evening. Bike Cop walks over to his dresser and got out a fresh pair of black Colt spandex boxer breifs. After he pulled up his underwear, He then went onto his green pants, white tee shirt, socks, leather belt, along with a nice pair of shinning black biker boots.

    The End

  • Bird Shooting

    He’d followed instruction and was parked behind an out building on a long abandoned farm. It was easy to find as there was a roadside ad suggesting that five miles ahead there was a MacDonald’s. The shop itself was gone but the sign proved a popular reference point for those who did not know the area. Frequently the arrangement was that whoever had driven out would wait there then follow someone back to town or to their ranch or farm. So much easier than trying to break it down into percentages of a mile then go right….this just got the guest more lost and harder to find. Thus the silver Lincoln sat there, the driver leaning against it, his boots, brand new shirt plus too crisp Levi’s marking him as a “foreigner”. 

    Bill pulled up in his pickup, got out, embraced the man, held him at arms length…”Well, look at you. All cowboy’ed up. Looks good on you. Leave your pants and I’ll age them for you so they’ll be softer and wear better the next time you come out. I got some for you to wear home, old pair of mine but since I’ve been working and working out, they’re too small in the leg.” They both paused and looked straight ahead. “I take it from your call this is a business trip….got some job for me in town, that about right?”

    The man, really glad to see Bill, shifted a bit, rolled around so Bill was against the car, the man’s arms on either side of him, smiled at him and agreed that, yes, there was a job and he hated like holy hell to ask…

    “Well, fuck, don’t be, you’re my Godfather and I owe you some respect and if you need some work, hey, I’m the man you need to see about it.” The Judge smiled, from the day he first read the case, did some research on Jon, now Bill, he knew he’d found a partner. Bill, as he knew, was far more than what anyone locally could have even expected. His honor knew of at least six murders that probably had been a joint effort between Jon and his late father. No one was slicker or less suspicious and buried out here in the country, where he seemed genuinely happy, no one was looking for him. Some, it was said, had been really pissed off when he executed his dad, it was a pleasure they’d reserved for themselves but collectively, there wasn’t a man who wouldn’t have wanted him for his son, train him, pretty much as he’d been trained then find some work that he could do. What ever had gone down, they all knew it didn’t take balls, it took stones to knock off your own Dad.

    “What have you got for me? Something interesting?  I don’t want to waste time sitting around with my thumb up my ass, you can understand why; The longer I’m in town, the more likely I am to be noticed and that’s not something you or I want.” The judge nodded in agreement. 

    “You’ll like this one, neat, one hour tops, one shot, in and out. You could do this with a pop gun….but I’d prefer you use this one.” He handed Bill a gun that was sealed with sets of gloves secured to the top. “No registration, no numbers, clean. Ammo is in it, came from China as a Christmas present to me.”

    “Is the Santa Claus the purchaser? Or are you the Capo on this one?”

    The judge moved his arms that were on either side of Bill, their faces were only inches apart. “It’s me, messy case, cannot be settled, not for years if then. Supreme Court would reject it and I’m fucking sick of it. Some head Fred, or his attorney, doesn’t know black from white and each day it seems, my inbox and my law clerk staggers in with more motions. Some days I just pick the top half and junk them knowing they’ll be a new crop and, this may appeal to you, the one I’m after had a hand in calling the hit on your Dad.” The judge leaned forward as if doing a standing push up until his face was right beside Bill’s. “Do it how you want just make sure there’s a couple of rounds in the body, standard places, execution style, neck, nuts, heart. Just what your Dad taught you.”

    “And I can take care of this person however I want as long as there’s at least one slug in him. Right?” The judge looked at him. 

    :”I don’t give a flying fuck if the only part of him the M.E. can clearly identify is the slug.” Bill blinked but remained passive. He turned his head, took one hand and pulled the other face to his and kissed his lips.” Been a long time, I’ve missed you, Jon. Missed you many times.”

    “Got an itch?”

    “Sir, I do. What’ll cost me?” 

    Bill/Jon smiled his handsome heavily masculine smile. “Well, Godfather, I have happy memories of you so I’d say the price was…nothing. Fair enough?” His Honor grinned. “Want to peel out here or in the back? Easier out here, more room.” Bill started by pulling off his boots then remembered something. “Hang on, need to give you something for protective custody.” He reached back and pulled the Beretta up from his pants, undid the almost invisible string and handed it over. “You got something for me?” There was the smile of a man who respected the person he was with, probably went a little further, but that was in a few minutes in the back seat with his ass in the air. For now, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a standard issue Glock and handed it over. Bill looked at it, then at the judge and finally took his hand, stuck it down the older man’s crotch and produce a Sig Sauer. He smiled. “You son of a bitch….did you really think you could get by me?”

    The smile was returned. “No, but ‘s fun trying.” With the hardware on the roof, his honor finished striping then enjoyed the sight of Bill/Jon removing his clothes slowly down to just a very filled jock which he took down and held the contents in two hands. 

    “I believe I’ve got the itch scratcher…so get in there, get it up in the air and I’ll relieve you of your problem.”

     

    Bill was a good fucker, particularly with those whom he’d fucked a few times-or more-in the past. As he smoothly levered in and out of his honor’s tail, he remembered the first time….his father had brought him to the judge’s home for a sort of, lack of better expression, test flight, Serge, the judge’s given name, was a good, even great trainer of men for what they needed to know, fucking a specialty. In Jon/Bill he met someone who already exceeded almost every one of whom he had sexual knowledge; There were adults who couldn’t match him for strength and endurance. The equipment? He was twelve and there’s only so much you can expect of someone that age. Not that he looked twelve, more like fifteen but the equipment would grow and, Serge thought, rather quickly. Indeed two years later in an informal plea arrangement, unsanctioned by the court, Jon’s Dad lent Serge Jon II for a week or two, check out his progress, teach him some things he didn’t already know. 

    It had been instructional to both of them.

    Sex with Jon was like no other man. Mercifully, he’d been started very young, his father cherried him out before he was eleven which gave his pleasure chute time to expand as age and usage demanded. Few had the pleasure, and all said it was, of fucking Deuce, his nick name in the city, His father took him to a gym for men only where his body was trained and toned; Not too much, but he had a toothsome sleekness and muscle that made him impossible to ignore with or without his clothes on. Just to make sure all would be as it needed to be in his future role as Stallion/Stud standing at service for whatever, he very early attached weights above his scrotum which nicely pulled them down into an admirable pair of low hangers. Good cock, when at rest but, again, as it stiffened, it stretched out as well as pumped in blood giving it a good girth, something any man would be proud to feel up his ass. He taught Deuce how to expand and contract his dick so when it was in place, it could surprise the holder by pushing back and making them know they weren’t holding him in, he was not letting them out.

    As his father explained, it was like a stud dog taking a bitch in heat; His purpose was to get in then blow up his cockhead into what some called a knot which the female could not slough off. Deuce could approximate that and moreso after his Dad had all his foreskin peeled off leaving no excess tissue to prevent total penetration. 

    What would any kid do, given his preparation, education plus curiosity, he wanted to see and/or feel the dogs knot. Ace, Jon One, would never have permitted himself or his son to be mounted by an animals-his feeling was they’d have to deal with enough animals in their species without checking out others. However, having given the lecture he asked around until a “patron” of his, in return for a very modest payment-something about a wife, her lover and the patron’s divorce-produced the name of someone who specialized in what he referred to as “dog breeding”. Moreover, he even called to provide a guarantee as to how safe the gentleman was. On a specified day and time, Ace and Deuce drove up to a fine looking Georgian style home which had a sign that announced that within AKC German Shepherd puppies might be available and dog training was at all times. Ace and Deuce looked at each other and wondered….just what sort of dog was being trained?

     

    An avuncular man answered the bell, took their names and asked that they wait in the reception hall, indicating an area to their right. “Christ, I didn’t know we were going to sign a treaty? This is weirder than I’d expected.”

    “What did you expect?”

    “I dunno, some sort of kennel out of sight, off the main road, hounds barking…..How the fuck did I know what to expect. Place that trains dogs to fuck people….this isn’t the sort of place you expect.”

    “Hide in plain sight?”

    “Good, Deuce, good, that’s just what whoever has done. I’ll bet the cops, animal control, anybody could walk right through here and never know one of their feature attractions.”

    About then the sound of approaching people which was preceded by a puppie who came straight to me. All puppies are cute and this one was bouncy and anxious to play so I squatted down, picked him up far enough so that he could lick my chin. More people. A happy looking couple, he was holding a carrying case, she was holding a pup both looking very happy.

    “Great buy, you will not regret it and when the little one comes along, well, I’m sure you’ve read about a Shepherd’s loyalty to their family, babies especially…..You’ve got all the papers? If you need copies or verification should you decide to show him, just call. 

    With many thanks amid the barking of those left behind including the one in my arms, they went out through the massive front door.
    “Happy couple, nice people….I’m Simon and I’m assuming you’re….Ace?,,,,Deuce? He extended his hand. 

    Actually, it’s Jon and Jon Jr. but somehow that Ace, Deuce thing got started and now…..” Simon smiled. “Yep, I’ve had puppies in the kennel, not yet sold then someone comes along and says, “Hey, that one looks like an Avalanche or a Fred.”..and why I do not know, but the names stick. ‘Course those are just the call names, their legal names….well, like the two of you; Ace and Deuce are really Jon and Jon….guess it works in all species.” And laughed a pleasant laugh.

    If you’re here for a pup, and I don’t believe you are, sorry, all sold, even that one you’re holding but….I’d be more than happy to put you on the list for one, may be a while, my best bitch just whelped so she has the litter to raise and Maisie, the older bitch just got pregnant and hers are already spoken……” He paused, laughed then said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to give you the sales pitch I know what you want”. Then winked at us; Somehow that was a debasing sort of look. 

    “Come on, we’ll go to the other kennel and show you a sight you’ll never see at home.” This last was done in the manner of a carny barker encouraging the rubes to pay a quarter to go inside the tent.

    It was a large estate and, eventually, we ended up in the laundry room at door for which Simon had a key. That led to a room with nothing but some hooks on the wall and a long bench, some sort of changing room…for those who had something to change.

    On through another door which led to a hallway, one side of which was one way mirror. It passed four stalls two of which were occupied by men. Simon looked at them and, with some pride, said that these had been brought to him by their ‘owners’ contracts all the contracts on all sides signed, they were to be given training in how to be dogs as well as certain surgical alterations that would enhance their feeling of being a dog, Ears would be docked or pointed, cock sealed to their abdomen so they’d have to lift their leg to piss and, he smirked, of course, for calming purposes, they’d be ‘fixed’. Consulting a sheet on the wall, he told us that both were scheduled for castration in a couple of weeks, if we were interested, come back and watch. Ace was holding my hand and he suddenly squeezed it so hard I almost teared up. “No, no, I think my son and I don’t need to see that, thanks but…”

    “Don’t blame you, don’t blame you at all. Hard to see another man get cut just to be more like a dog. I don’t ask questions, I just do what’s in the contract to do….Well, that’s not your interest anyway.”

    Out through another pair of doors which left us outside facing what looked like a dog kennel, well maintained, dog runs, some with dogs, on the outside clearly attached to shelter and whatever else inside. Simon took us through a door in the center of the wall of the building and we were walking down a center aisle of dog homes, can’t think of another word, all clean, everything looked….like the place you’d want your dog to be if you went away for a time.

    Simon stopped in front of a door. “Okay, this one of the rooms were the action happens, come on in.’ Ten by ten room, a couple of tie downs built into the cement floor, at best it looked like a bare room.

    “Sound proofed, even the door only lets a very little noise out. Have as much fun as you want,  won’t disturb anyone. Guys come to the main house, well, there’s an office we passed, pay their money and, if they’re repeats, they know the dog they want. Give ’em a key to the room, this is one of them and they get their business.”

    We must have looked stupid, what he said was interesting but not really believabe. “Hey, let me give you a demonstration of some of it…this young man is the curious one so, if you don’t mind, dad, we’ll use him as the model.” Ace didn’t mind or gave no sign that he didn’t so Simon reached outside the open door into a box, there was one by each door, brought in some things, told me to drop my pants and get on all fours. I wasn’t very comfortable but with dad there….”Okay, see those loops, that’s what guys hold on to. Here, put these on, just knee covers, same kind you’d wear gardening and, get down, grab the rings…one last thing.” he opened a tin of goo, smeared it on my ass and…pushed a button. A dog came yelping in, his cock fully out and was immediately on me. “Great to watch your kid get used like a bitch, wait’ll he starts screaming when ….” And that was that,. Dad punched out Simon, grabbed and punched the dog, got me up, checked to make sure nothing, other than shock, had happened and it was all over. Almost.

    As we drove away I thought of Simon tied to the rings with our belts, his ass covered in what I guess was female scent meaning she was in heat and three more dogs waiting to take their turn.

     

    Serge didn’t smile but said he remembered the bust on that place. Had to put down most of the fucking dogs, they were too used to human cunt…he added your father was a big help in nailing that son of a bitch now doing major time…seems there was a drug component that no one suspected. I wondered if getting fucked in the pen was like getting fucked by your own dogs?

     

    We were almost into town and there was an issue that I wanted solved. “Pull into the drive in, get some coffee-they’ve got great sticky buns, too.” We made it large coffees for two.

    “Serge, we’re going over to Billy’s and I guess this is where we have to make some rules about things. As of now, he’s my Dad and a prouder father….anyway. Jon was a great Dad also and what happened…well, probably you and I know the back story there more than anyone around here knows and it stays that way.” I didn’t wait for a response or acknowledgement as I wasn’t asking a question, I was making policy. “Then there’s the never mentioned issue of my real paternity which, as we know, is you. A judge can’t have a son out of wedlock by a whore so….find a man to raise him that you could control as well as protect your own son. Whether you knew, even suspected what Jon would do, no point in even discussing but today is. Serge, I love you, love fucking you, love getting boned by you but that has nothing to do with the here and now. Nothing changes, we play it like it lays but…Billy never knows, has even a reason to suspect. You know my history, the best place for me is right here, no one comes around, no questions, as far as anyone knows, Billy adopted the son of a man he shot.” I paused and ran that one back and forth through my head. “I’ll give you on the front of it, the back of it behind it, it sounds weird, adopting the son of a man he just shot. And, by the way, Billy knows some of the truth, I had to tell him just to keep him satisfied and….away from the larger truth.”

    Serge leaned back, took a sip, raised his sun glasses….”I suppose you might think I want you back.”

    “No, I think you want me someplace where you can have me and have access to me with no questions. That’s why I made you my Godfather, clever you have to admit.”

    He smiled. “Yep, for on the spot creation of fact, it was not only clever but helped everyone, mostly me, but, hey, having a prominent judge, you’ll forgive me if I so define myself as prominent..”

    “As your son….I think you’re prominent, specially when you’re balls deep into me, I like that and I bet you don’t mind accepting the sperm of your own son.” He just smiled. 

    “Billy learned to like it?”

    “Giving and taking, finest kind….not as good as my dad but he’s learned and he’s happy. And he’s going to stay happy. Serge, he loves me, would do anything to protect me, someone whispers in his ear that there’s yet another father, a living father now, in my past and….it would break him. He’s not simple but….he isn’t all that sophisticated. He’s a great Sherriff for this population, God forbid if he had to face one of his buddies here in a criminal situation, probably tear him up. So….”

    “You’re going to run the town, aren’t you.” I couldn’t suppress a slight smile. “I can hardly wait to watch.”

    “Don’t miss our first baseball game or football game….”

    “You…..don’t know how to play either of those.”

    “No? Well, that was then, I’m now the Captain of both teams. I’m a quick study.” I wondered if he would choke he was laughing so hard. “Deuce, Captain of a football team. I gotta know, how much have you laid off on the sides?”

    “Now? Nothing, we have to lose the first game then dress up the bets, at least get them started. Think they don’t bet in the stix? Drop by the bar and put a quarter on the table, see what the odds are on, well, whatever they’re up on. You can guess I can’t get in on the action but I’m teaching two of my closest buddies to deal and play.”

    “Poker?”

    “Sure, dice out here doesn’t work, too complicated on the odds, 21 is a game they play at church socials…everyone has heard of poker out here so…time to get a friendly game going. Fathers and sons, friend of the families, out here, that’s normal, expected. Anyone here is looking for something to do so…get the guys around the table and lets play a friendly game, everyone keeps their hands above the table.”

    “Except you.”

    “Except me but I’m not playing. Not hard to work the game the way I want it to run, no one is really a big loser, all have a great evening, make plans to do it again. I’ll never take them for more than they cannot afford to lose but….I’ve got my guys to protect. See Serge, out here, a son is an extension of whatever the father does. He’s a farmer? The kids a farmer. You know all this. All I’m doing is building up a background so when the kid doesn’t want to be a farmer, dad is stuck, has to let go.”

    “If it weren’t you, Deuce, I’d think it was a rotten idea, no hits, no runs and especially, no errors. Cuz you don’t make errors, shot your own father, no errors.”

    “Lets be a little careful, I didn’t shoot my real father I shot my father pro tem, the one who was keeping me until, somehow, I could be handed back to you. As of right now, fuck DNA, Billy is my Dad and he’s a good one too.” And then there was silence. 

    He was quiet, my parenting was only scarcely discussed and, recently, say the last five or six years, not at all. “I, I do want you back, Deuce….”

    “Drop the Deuce crap and now, I’m Bill Constant, Billy’s son, not Deuce, not Jon and only because you spewed sperm at the wrong moment, I’m your son.” I looked straight at him. “I am fucking and being fucked by my own natural father and I like it, think he likes it too but move back? Give you free access to my ass? Sorry, I’ll make it available to you, you know that, but not here, and no word about what other relationship we might have beyond Godfather and Godson. Am I Clear?”

    Serge had wanted me back for years, he and Ace had more than one fight about it and both had cards to lay on the table. Ace could say the revelation that he’d fucked a whore and had a son who was being raised by a hit man for hire wouldn’t look good. Serge could say he, easily, could get a warrant for Ace’s arrest,  charges would be easy to find and that made him an unfit parent. I was never consulted. Both knew the way it was had to be the way it stayed. Neither of them planned on Ace’s early exit but then I hadn’t thought I’d have to murder him, just wasn’t an ordinary day, that one. 

    “What else is on your mind? I’ve been spotted with you and Billy will know in five minutes.”

    Serge looked puzzled. “The drive in call? Who knows you’re with me?”

    “A buddy of mine walked down the other side of the street, saw this car, could have seen me but was sure I was in it so, on his way to wherever, he dropped by the office or my home and let Billy know he had company. You’ve never lived in a small town. Interesting experience if you’re from larger places.”

    “What’s wrong with being with me? I was invited?”

    “Nothing but how many cars like this do you think there are like this in a hundred mile radius? If we’d been in a pickup, at least not a new one, no one would’ve looked. And about the invite. Billy is jumping out of his jeans that you’re coming. And I hope your stomach is up to it, he’s planning a barbecue and beer party in your honor, Your Honor. Out here, food and drink are synonymous with hospitality. My hope is no one shows up with either home brew or corn likker; Should that happen, I’ll shove in and stop it before you take one sip. You can’t refuse, understand, but you also cannot put that shit in your stomach. Trust me.”

    “Taking care of good old Dad, aren’t you.” And threw his coffee cup out the window.

    “Yep.” then got out, picked up his cup, added it to mine and put them in a waste can. “You had to do that to me, you little shit…I guess I can’t kiss you.”

    “No but you can fire up this tank and I’ll take you someplace to get you a change out where I can throw you on the bed and not only kiss you but give your cock a rub down that will provide you with a bulge to match Billy’s and mine. Fathers and Son displaying the goods.”


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  • Naiv boy gets a massage

    I was seventeen when this happened. I did all kinds of sports at the time, but I had always missed out on massages. One time on a family vacation I was complaining to my mom about my sore shoulders, and she told me one of her friends suggested a masseuse to her. It was actually very close to where we lived. I called him, booked an appointment and waitad as the day came.

    He was an older man, around his fifties, not very good-looking, bot not half bad either. He was very kind and friendly from the beginning. He greeted me, talked about my problems, and he told me to undress to my boxers. The massages were fantastic. He was actually a great masseuse, helped my back and shoulders a lot. He used warm oil, so it was quite a sensation. After an hour or so, the massage ended, I payed and left.

    Not a lond time after our first session we booked our second appointment. These became regular visits. I always arrived, undressed to my boxers, had the massage, had several laughs with him, then went home. My muscles were improving a lot.

    I was always a very naiv boy concerning sexual approaches. I am bisexual, but with either sexes, I never know when someone is advancing on me. This was the same with my masseuse. I could have seen the signs. He always complemented me and my body, and sometimes got into weird positions. He liked to actually sit on me sometimes and massage me like that, but I had no suspicions.

    As time went by, things started to escalate. When he was massaging my arms, he always locked in such a position that my palms got to lay on his bulge. I still suspected nothing. I tried to move my arms in the beginning, but he insisted on that pose, so I just went with it. Something else had changed. I started having erections from his massage, which had never happened before. He seemed to notice, as he turned more and more attention to my groin area, with my boxers still on. He liked to slide his hands under my boxer to massage me, then naturally coming in contact with my erect penis, but I didn’t pay any attention to that, I just thought that he wanted to give me a thorough massage. Then one day everything changed.

    It started out as a normal day. I woke up, had breakfast, talked to my girlfriend, and got ready for my upcoming massage. My girlfriend and I planned to pass the evening together, so I shaved my pubes in the morning for her, then got dressed and went for my massage. It started normally. We greeted each other, had some laughs, then i undressed and layed on the table. He got his warm oils and lubed me up, then started the massage. It was amazing, as always. He went through my whole body. One time he was massaging my neck, and leaned in so closely to my face that there just millimeters apart, but I payed no attention to that. Then he did that move when he sat on me, massaging me, while hi imitated thrusting motions. This could have been the sign, but I was too naiv and unexperienced to notice. That is when I noticed that my erection appeared as well. He continued the massage, didn’t comment my erection. He was massaging my thighs, when his hands slid upper and upper, until the slid under my boxers. He continued moving them up, until the back of his hand was literally under the head of my erect penis. He stayed there for a while, moving in circular motion, stimulating my dick quite well. That’s when the ice broke. ‘Don’t you want to take your boxers off? I always pity how oily they get after your massages.’ he said. My unbelievable naivity still blocked me from suspecting anything. So I said sure, and undressed.

    There I lay, totally naked, with a fully erect cock and shaved pubes. I was fully exposed and vulnerbale. He didn’t let that chance slide. At first, he continued the massage normally, but always coming closer to my cock. The edge of his hands always brushed against it. He asked me whether I liked the massage, and of course, I told him that I enjoyed it very much. He stood up, to get the oil can, and as he was pouring oil on my abs, he simply moved below, and covered my dick in oil as well. The next moment, his were wrapped around my dick. He looked at me, smiling, ‘I can take care of this, if you want. To have a full-blown massage, your mind has to be happy as well. Can I continue?’ That was when I understood anything. I was in shock, but to tell you the truth, I couldn’t resist. ‘Yes.’ I told him quietly. He began stroking my cock, using techniques I had never experienced before. The oil helped a lot. His fingers were dancing around my manhood. I was in extasy, gripping the edge of the massage table. He then pulled my foreskin back all the way, wrapped his fingers around the edge of my cock, and relentlessly rubbed it. It was one of the most extreme pleasure I have ever fealt. I fealt that the end is near, I warned him that I am going to cum. He became faster and faster, I was in paradise. I quickly grabbed the massage bed, and moaned, as my penis covered my whole body in cum. It shot up to my chin. Just as I finished, the next client walked in, so we were extremely lucky, that we didn’t get caught. I just lay there, not knowing who I was, just recovering from that extreme plleasure. He covered my cum-dripping body in a towel, and went to greet his next client. I wiped myself off, got dressed. He didn’t accept any payment that day. I left, with mixed feelings: the feeling of extreme pleasure and wanting more, and the feeling of giult for my girlfriend. In the end I never returned, as I loved my girlfriend very much, but this experience is one that I will never forget.

  • Kevin and Adam

    Kevin & Adam Become an Item

    A homoerotic story

    By

    Jason Land

     

    This is the third and last of three connected stories which should be read in the following order:

    Kevin Meets Adam

    Kevin, Adam & Brett

    Kevin & Adam Become an Item


    CHAPTER 1

    It was the day after I had had, let us call it, my sexual fling with Brett and he had disappeared from my life. Adam appeared at my door that same evening, not five minutes after I had arrived home from work. “Hi, Kevin, what gives this evening; are you foot-loose and fancy free?  How about we go out together and eat at some place and then, if you are feeling that way inclined, perhaps we could have a bit of action together.”

    I was amazed at the swift way that the timid Adam I had picked up in the Howard Hotel bar had suddenly become eager: indeed a very eager, to exercise his man-meat as often as he could.

    “Tell you what, Adam, go down and put on some sexy looking outfit; I’ll do the same: we’ll go out to get a bite to eat and then we’ll toddle along to that fabled meeting place, where I picked you up not so very long ago, the ground floor bar at the Howard Hotel and see if we can pick a piece of action there this evening. I could do with a bit of recreational sex and I always enjoy pastures new, so to speak.  Who knows? We might strike lucky and pick up some attractive guy, feeling lonely who might only be too glad to have a romp with a pair of young studs like us. It’s Thursday night and some businessman might be feeling very deprived after a week away from home and welcome some action with a pair of young studs like us.”

    Adam suddenly went quiet and looked worried. “Kevin, I don’t think I dare go into a bar with the intention of picking up some unknown guy with a view to fucking him.  Come on, Kevin, it really doesn’t sound right.”

    “Oh Adam, for crying out loud, do stop talking a load of hogwash. How the hell did we get together? By doing precisely what I am proposing we do now. So I don’t see where the problem lies.”

    “Well, when we met it was a one-to-one relationship, which seems to me quite different to what you are proposing right now; and, moreover, when we got into conversation, it was not as if we were looking for sex; that just sort of happened.”

    “Adam, just stop kidding yourself; you were not particularly looking for sex that evening; in fact, nothing could have been further from your mind; you had gone there to get out of the heat and were wallowing in your own personal misery, bemoaning the fact to yourself that you had never had sex with anyone at all; you were like an overgrown child still wearing water-wings in a swimming pool, floundering about, hoping that one day he’d be able to swim. Well let me tell you, Adam, that  the moment I saw you alone in the bar, my cock started twitching and I knew I wanted to fuck you, which is what I ultimately did; and that was an act for which I believe you have ever since been grateful. I know I brought you very gently to sex but I also wanted some enjoyment for myself; so Adam, I was not being totally altruistic in grooming you;  come on, Adam, we are a pair of sexy looking young gays, who enjoy fucking; so let’s see if we can’t find a likely looking guy and have a threesome.  Just for the record, by the way, now that you are liberated from your inner fears, can we agree that you you do actually like exercising your man-meat on another guys’ anuses – or have I misread you?”  I added with a laugh. Before going on:

    “You know, Adam, you might as well accept the fact that  what you are is a highly-attractive, gay young man, who enjoys male sex enormously;  and  boy, in the brief time since we met, you really have learned how to deliver the goods; so just relax and enjoy your newly acquired capabilities. You’ll see, if we manage to score this evening, it will be fun and you’ll enjoy fucking a new hole. Variety, my dear Adam, adds a little zest to life, so just cut the cackle; go down and get changed and don’t forget to lube up your arsehole just in case we strike lucky. I’ll meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes; and choose some outfit which shows off your assets; it always helps; And, golden rule; don’t forget the condoms; put a packet of in each of your back pockets”

    We met in the lobby of our building and Adam had truly done himself proud. He had put on a pair of brilliantly cut designer jeans and jacket, under which he was wearing a tight fitting silk T shirt.  Believe me when I tell you that Adam was Mr Sex personified; his whole look just screamed: “Come fuck me”.  I had also given my own arse a generous dose of lubricant and changed into an outfit which made the best of my assets;  and so we went into the local steak house and had a bite to eat, before moving on to the Howard House bar. I took the additional precaution of carrying a good supply of rubbers and several injectible tubes of Anolube lubricant in my small shoulder satchel.

    Tony, the regular barman smiled as he saw us walk up to the bar. “Long time – no see,” he said smiling and looking ravenously at Adam. (I had mentioned earlier that Tony was part of the gay fraternity.) “I see you seem to have got lover-boy here organised since you first met here a little while ago.  What’s it to be?”

    Tony served us our order and said, “If you two likely lads are on the prowl, my gut feeling tells me that the young guy at the other end of the bar might meet your needs tonight.”

    “Tony,” I said, with considerable sarcasm, “How could you possibly think of suggesting such a thing to two, nice, unspoiled guys like us?”

    We threw a discreet look at the guy in question, who was quite alone and drinking a beer; he looked to be in his mid-thirties, dressed in a business suit. He seemed to be a well-set-up type and as we were looking his way, we suddenly caught his eye.  Sure enough a few minutes later he came over to us and said, “Hi guys! You seemed to have just arrived and as I am by myself tonight, why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”  The ice was broken as quickly and easily as that; and it was obvious that he was on the make just as much as we were.

    “My name is Andrew, by the way. I’ve been here all week for the Mid-West Poultry Breeder’s Congress. I’m the CEO of a large chicken farming outfit out in Des Moines, Iowa.  I have to come here once a year to wave the flag; but frankly the guys in this business are a pretty boring lot on the whole, so I don’t stop in the congress hotel, down town, as I prefer this smaller, more personalised place.”

    Andrews’s eyes, whilst he was making his pitch, were glued on Adam’s crotch. His designer jeans were really doing an excellent job, for the cut was such that his vital package was thrown into good relief; anyone with half an eye, which Andrew clearly had, could see that Adam was well loaded where it mattered. So, how was Andrew going to pop the question?  As we began our drinks, it was clear that he was wondering where he should next.

    “You two guys really do look great together: very attractive; I was wondering if, in fact, you were perhaps an item?”

    So I said, “No. Andrew, we are not an item; we are, as the saying goes, just good friends.  But I guess what you really want to know is whether we are here looking for what is euphemistically referred to as a bit of action. Well Andrew, to cut to the chase, my name is Kevin, and I’m a real estate salesman and this is my friend, Adam, who is in advertising and even though we are not, as you put it, an item, we are really very close; and as you had clearly so astutely observed from the other end of the bar, we are here looking for a bit of additional action. So, Andrew, if that is what you are looking for, then we might be in business together tonight.  I don’t know if you were aware of it when you came into this bar in one of the plushest small hotels in Chicago this evening, but you are in the the premier pick up place for top flight gay sex in town. It is, as a matter of fact, where Adam and I first met and had, at this very bar, a conversation not unlike the one we are having now.”

    “Gee guys, I’m really glad that we’ve got over that little hillock.  You know when you are alone on business in a strange city where you know no-one, it can be very difficult for people like me to find a partner.  I’m as gay as you two obviously are; I saw that as soon as I first set eyes on you and I had been hoping that I might meet up with a suitable guy for an evening of, how shall I put it, recreational sex. I’ve been alone all week and really do need some sort of relief as I am already feeling somewhat sex starved. But you two look like a nice pair of studs and you look real good together, so I would have hated to wreck an existing relationship; but if you are sure that you are not an item, then I’m all ready to go as, not to beat about the bush, I can really do with a good fuck. So, look guys, here is my suite number; I’m on the top floor. Give me ten minutes to get changed and then come up and let’s see how we get on together.”

    Andrew left and I said to Adam, “Now you see, my friend, just how easy it is to pull in a partner for a one time stand. And make no mistake, this bar is a quality pick-up place; you only tend to find fairly wealthy types in here; no riff-raff.”

    “It’s all very well, but what the fuck are we going to do with this guy when we get up to his suite?”

    “Adam, use your imagination; I should have thought that the answer was obvious; we’re going to fuck him; of course; and in return he is most certainly going to want to fuck the pair of us.  Just let things happen as they will; it will all work out OK; and my gut feeling tells me that we shall, in all probability, have a great evening of casual sex.  Come on, Adam use your eyes; Andrew is really hot and raring to go. Frankly, Adam, I reckon this is just about as good as it gets; so let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth ;  let’s go for it and fuck the living daylights out of this out of this guy, which is probably exactly what he is looking for

    As we went up in the elevator to Andrew’s room, I mused to myself about what Andrew had asked: were we two an item?  I have to say that I had never ever thought of Adam and myself as such, for we had known each other only a very brief time.  But, Andrew’s remark set me wondering. And I had to admit to myself that I would not have wanted Adam to have seen me together with Brett the previous night, especially in light of the uncontrolled and wild way in which I had fucked him.

    Andrew’s suite was large and plush and as we arrived we were followed by a room service waiter carrying an ice bucket containing a magnum, no less, of champagne. Andrew had change into a loose fitting outfit, which I can but describe as a pair of modified pyjamas.

    “Welcome to my humble abode, guys.”  Said Andrew, laughingly: “Let’s sit down and have a drink and get to know one another a little better.  So you two; tell me more about yourselves and how you come to be so close.”

    “Well,” said Adam, “There is really not all that much to tell. Kevin here found me, as he said downstairs, in the bar one evening not so long ago, in the depths of despair because of my total lack of sex life, a self inflicted lack, by the way, because of my total fear of taking that first step and having sex with another man. Well, he pulled me out of that slough of despondency the very first evening, when he took me back to his apartment and fucked the hell out of me; and since then we have not looked back.  So I am now very happy with myself and have been lucky enough to have been accepted by Kevin’s friends as one of his group of, like-minded guys, so sex and its availability are no longer a problem.  As for Kevin and me, we are just good friends who fuck each other quite a lot. Tonight, is by way of an adventure for me, for I have never ever tried to pull an unknown guy for a one-night-stand, which, I guess, is what our get-together this evening has to be called. Kevin actually had to drag me here screaming by the short and curlies.   So you were dead right downstairs to ask us if we were looking for action, for that is exactly the reason we came into the bar. So, Andrew, it looks as if fate decreed that we should meet, as you were also on the prowl; so where do we go from here, other than drinking your champagne?”

    “That was quite a speech, Adam. Now let me just fill you both in on myself a bit.  I am like you two, totally gay and again like you two, I have a good friend back home, in Des Moines, with whom I have a very close sex life; but again like you two, he and I both realise that we are not an item. So, we do not live together, although we spend a lot of time together; but equally, neither of us feels that he has exclusive sex rights on the other. So the fact that we three are here together tonight and about to indulge ourselves in a little fuck-fest, would not bother my friend at all; equally, I do not feel that I am letting him down in anyway by sitting here drooling inwardly over what I hope we three might do together; and I am moreover  sure, given the enormous driving force that sex is, coupled with the speed at which we feel deprived of it, that he will have not have remained celibate during my week here in Chicago; it’s something we both accept, as I guess you two guys also do.  I live in the perpetual hope, that one day I will meet the guy with whom I can spend the rest of my life; but so far, it just has not yet happened. So, like many others, I make the best of what I have, which is pretty good, by the way; but I realise that there is a higher and better state to which I might ultimately aspire.”

    Listening to Andrew pour out his feelings, both Kevin and Adam, realised that they had picked up a guy who was quite out of the ordinary; run of the mill he most certainly was not!

    “So, listen you two young studs, I knew as soon as I saw you that you were gay and, let’s face it, dressed as you are you both just exude sex. Moreover unless my eye is sadly wrong, beneath your outfits, reside two well- developed muscular bodies and, judging from your bulging crotches, a couple of formidable pieces of  man-meat.  Am I right, I wonder? Well, why don’t we find out; so guys, let’s cut the small talk and get down to the action.  Not only do I enjoy fucking young guys, but I also adore looking at handsome young bodies naked.  So, can I suggest that we all strip off and give ourselves a mutual onceover and then get down to business?  I hope that when you see me ready for action, even though I am quite a few years older than either of you, I don’t think that you will not be disappointed.  I suppose if one shuts one’s eyes during the act, then the importance of physical appearances disappear and seem unimportant; but, boy, I really do like to be in the company of well setup up young guys with big cocks; that, my friends is what really turns me on.”

    “Well Andrew, both Adam and I had taken the precaution of giving ourselves a prelube before coming here, as one never knows what might turn up;  frankly,  and I do hate sounding technical and clinical, but we have to face facts; sticking one’s cock up a dry arse, is not all that pleasant a pastime, although I have  been known to do it; it does happen you know,;  sometimes you find yourself in a situation where you are totally unprepared , but you just cannot stop yourself fucking the guy in front of you, even though you know it’s going to be a bit of of a rough job; sex is such a strong driving force! So, let’s strip off and get started. And, tell you what, Andrew, unless you have a better idea, once you get stripped, just bend across that table there spread your legs and give me access your hole and I’ll give you a real good dose of lubricant before we start. How does that grab you?”

    Well, it did seem to have grabbed Andrew, for by the time we had all three of us stripped naked, he was already bent across the table and offering up his arse for our inspection and lubrication.  Andrew had a nice clean hairless rear-end, always an attractive feature; and in spite of his active sex life, he had a really tight looking anus: always a very pleasing feature.  Kevin pushed the nozzle of the lubricant into Andrew’s rectum and gave him a good shot of the lubricant. Then, as he withdrew, Adam, whose cock was already hard with anticipation, had rolled on a condom and with without waiting thrust his nine inches of rock- hard meat straight into Andrew’s hole. 

    Andrew let out a sharp breath as he felt Adam’s meat enter him so forcefully and so unexpectedly and said, “That was quite a surprise; but a pleasant one in fact; it’s really great to feel a large shaft up one’s arse. Some folks say that size does not matter, but I totally disagree, for I just love to take a big piece of meat up my arse; I absolutely adore it. So, Adam, go for it and give me a good pounding; I’m not one who goes in for that gently, gently approach; I like it really hard from the word go; so, young man, do your worst!”  He ended with a laugh.

    I myself had not foreseen what Adam had intended, looked on, admiring Adam’s buns as he started pumping Andrew;  Then by this time rock-hard myself, I rolled on a condom and thrust my own weapon into Adam’s deliciously beckoning arse.

    “Jeezus! What the fuck are you doing Kevin?”

    “That, my dear Adam, even to a relative beginner such as you, I would have thought was obviously self- explanatory; I have just inserted my ten inch erect penis, suitably clothed in a prophylactic latex rubber sheath, into your rectum via your anus, prior to commencing  an act homosexual sexual intercourse with you;  or, if you prefer it in the vernacular; I’m just about to fuck our arse, in much the same way as you are doing to Andrew;  it’s known as a tandem fuck, by the way; so now that that is cleared up, may we  just get on with it and, as the modern idiom puts it; enjoy!  But let’s not forget, that Andrew is part and parcel of this little exercise and you should aim to bring him to a climax, so that he enjoys himself as much as we shall.  Always remembered, Adam, that the guy at the bottom who is being fucked needs to arrive at orgasm just as much as you yourself do; so, it’s up to you to show Andrew what a brilliant partner you are and get him there.  So, let’s go for it!”

    By this time both Adam and Andrew were roaring with laughter at my pompous words.  Any onlooker, of whom there was none, would have seen three naked men in a ludicrous position: one man leaning over a table with another man’s cock stuck into his anus, whilst he in turn found his own anus being shafted by a third man. But the geometry of the human body always makes the sex act look ludicrously uncomfortable, which, quite frankly, it often can be. However, such is the driving force of sexual desire, the only thing we think about is fucking our partner, which is without doubt, the most exhilarating and satisfying of acts between humans; we cannot live without it;  so to hell with just how ludicrous it looks.

    “Right Adam, together now; you and I need to coordinate our thrusts so that we achieve a harmonious action, which will lead all of us to that desired state of euphoric nirvana, which the orgasm we are aiming for will inevitably bring in its wake.”

    And so it was that we both gave Andrew our very best introduction to our type of tandem anal sex, which did, in the event, culminate in a coordinated climactic orgasm for all three of us.  Andrew, whose arse had been the focus of all this attention, ejaculated stream after stream of his creamy cum all over the table. Adam and I paused for a minute, before withdrawing and and standing up again.

    “That, guys, was some experience” said Andrew, “The most monumental fuck I think I can ever remember, and believe me, I speak from long experience.  I don’t know where you guys got the force to make such a delivery; I can but describe your efforts as awe-inspiring; a wonderful  example to any young guy who wants to fuck butt effectively; you two studs really ought to think about giving lessons. I think you could call it: An introduction to advanced copulation techniques.  Believe me boys, you’d get a lot of takers.” he concluded laughingly.

    It is an unfortunate fact of life, that male sex as we had just practised it, has rather messy consequences, manifested by the fact that the guy being served, inevitably sprays his seed left right and centre at the climactic moment; so unless one wishes to continue post-haste in a sticky cummy mess (some guys do, by the way), a moment’s pause is called for, whilst the dramatis personae of the act, clean themselves up.  So Adam and I pulled off our rubbers, which were full of cum and handed Andrew a towel from his bathroom so that he could dry himself off.

    “Well, Andrew, where do you want to go from here? You’ve seen us in action; how about yourself? What would you like to do?”

    “Listen,  guys, you know I’d never been in that clinch you just pulled on me, which you call a tandem, fuck, but I would like to try it out with the two of you, with Adam being the fall guy, if you will forgive me for calling you that; Adam, I would just love to sink my meat into your lovely arse and fuck the daylights out of you whilst you, Kevin, give my arse the benefit of your ten inch shaft.   I have never ever taken a ten inch fuck-stick up my hole and I suspect it might be one of the all-time great sexual experiences. In fact, to be quite honest with the two of you, you each have a cock bigger than anything I have ever experienced.  So, guys, how, how about it? Is it a goer?”

    “Put on a condom, Andrew, and Adam and I will re-equip ourselves with the same, and then we are ready to go; it’s your call and we’ll try to make it a memorable again for you.  Do forgive the condoms, by the way, but both Adam and I and, for that matter all of us in our little group, all practice safe sex; so condoms are an absolute must. You’ll find the Fukit brand I’ve just given you really very good. I don’t know if you have ever used this brand, but they do a neat flat pack of two rubbers and two sachets of lube; so it’s a very hand size to stick in your back pocket; in fact I feel quite naked if I realise that I have forgotten to pack one, as you never know when you might need one; sex has a nasty habit of offering itself quite unexpectedly but irresistibly on a plate; so, my motto is: foreseen is forearmed. Also, the sachet of lube is a great idea, for even without an internal lubing of your partner, you are pretty well assured of a nice comfortable fuck.  I personally hate sticking my dick into a guy’s hole without some form of lube, so the Fukit pack fits the bill for impromptu sex.

    Adam had by this time put himself across the table, legs apart and was waiting for Andrew to shaft him, which was quickly done.  I looked at Andrew’s arse and advanced my dick, which, by this time was again hard as a rock with anticipation and thrust it into Andrew’s anus, until he had taken the full length.  Andrew gasped with amazement as he felt the hard ten-inch stick deep inside of himself.

    “My, god, Kevin, that is really something for me to take such a huge dick in my hole; it feels just so incredibly good; let’s get going.”

    And get going we did, with great vigour and I’m happy to say that when we all climaxed together, it was just as great as the previous time.  After that, we were all somewhat less horny and sat around drinking the champagne.  A little later, we each had sex with one another on a one to one basis, but we all realised that we had shot our wads on the two incredible tandem fucks and that we were now sexually at a much calmer level; but a series of nice gentle little acts of copulation nevertheless, made a pleasant ending to what had been an incredible evening.

    “Listen guys, it’s been a really great evening; couldn’t have been better. How about we all three try to cram into the shower and soap each other up as an end to what has been for me, at least, a marvellous evening of recreational sex; I’ve just love every minute of it!”

    And that is precisely what we did; the shower was very large.  “Had the designers foreseen the sort evening we had us had?”  I wondered.  And as a final touch Adam and I, who had no difficulty in getting hard, threw caution to the winds and each gave Andrew’s arse three farewell thrusts of our naked cocks before we finally dried ourselves off, got dressed and left. It had been a one-night stand to remember for all of us.

    As Adam and I walked home, I said ‘”Well, there you are Adam; you see how easy it was to pull a guy and then you saw saw how things just took care of themselves once we got down to the action; no need at all to plan anything.”

    “Kevin I’ve had a most marvellous evening and I’m sorry I jumped the gun and stuck in my oar before you, but I just couldn’t wait; I got so hot as soon as I saw Andrew’s naked arse there just asking to be serviced, that I simply had to take it.  You know, you have taught me a great deal about gay sex in a very short time and I feel really comfortable now that you have shown me how easy it is to have a great time with guys one has never before met and whom one is never going to see again.  It’s been a really great evening”

    “Adam, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself; that’s what sex is all about: enjoyment. See you tomorrow night; it’s Friday tomorrow remember.”And with this last comment Adam went into his apartment and I to mine, for we had just arrived back at our block. 

    CHAPTER 19

     

    Next morning, at breakfast, I suddenly saw that the bag with the condoms and lubes which Dmitri had left was still standing there from a few days ago; so I went to put the supplies in the drawer when I noticed that there was the publicity flier which Dmitri had mention might be of interest; so, I fished it out of the bag and sat there reading it over breakfast.  It turned out to be a brochure style advertisement for an all-naked, male, health spa located on some small, unheard-of island in the Caribbean.  They were touting a midwinter break of ten days over the Christmas and New Year period and I have to admit that whoever wrote the blurb had a golden tongue, for he made the place and the offer sound very attractive and exciting.  Here, in brief, is what the the brochure said.

    SUNNY ISLE MALE HEALTH AND BODYBUILDING SPA

     

    An all male, mandatory naked, health and bodybuilding spa located on the idyllic private island of St. Barnaby, off the coast of Grenada.

     

    Come and spend ten vacation days with us and enjoy

    Sun, Sea, Swimming, Exercise, Relaxation and Sex Unlimited

    Exclusively all-male mandatory naked environment (staff and vacationers) where everything is allowed

     

    OUR SPECIAL WINTER OFFER – TEN DAYS OF RELAXATION

    DECEMBER 22 THROUGH JANUARY 1

    STRICTLY LIMITED TO ONE HUNDRED LUCKY PARTICIPANTS

    FLAT PRICE $1,200. – ALL INCLUSIVE

    YOU HAVE NOTHING MORE TO PAY OTHER THAN ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES YOU MIGHT ORDER.

     

    Your are: – a gay, body-conscious male, actively engaged in naked bodybuilding in your own area with a very active gay sex life

    You are aged 18 to 25 years (no exceptions)

    You have a muscular physique as a result of your hard work in the gym

    You are proud of your circumcised male endowment, minimum length 6 inches soft (no exceptions)

    You enjoy being in a naked environment in the presence of muscular young studs similar to yourself

    You enjoy displaying your physique to your peers

    You are proud of your sexual abilities

     

    If you fit the above profile and would like to escape for ten day into a warm, relaxing and sunny climate over the Christmas break, then look no further for Sunny Isle Spa is the place for you.

     

    We offer

     

    Luxury dormitory and double occupancy room accommodation

    Communal showers accommodating up ten guys at once

    Two well equipped gyms

    A saltwater Olympic size swimming pool

    A freshwater Olympic size swimming pool

    Sea bathing from a sandy beach

    Ten different Jacuzzis

    Pool-side bars

    Sunbathing terraces

    Movie theatre

    Live events theatre

    Bodybuilding and cock training assistants

    Steam baths and massages

    Four different restaurants (One open 24/24)

    Rooms for private functions

    And much, much more.

     

    And over the the  period of your vacation, we have organised a number of events,  including a Christmas Eve stage show by no less than ten leading professional cock and muscle builders, the Mr Alpha’s of their profession.  They will entertain you with their amazing posing and hard-core sexual abilities, which will be performed live on stage.  Additionally these ten professionals will spend the next five days among you and help you refine your workout routines. This is an opportunity never before offered, to experience firsthand how the pros do it: a chance not to be missed by any aspiring young stud!

     

    On New Year’s Eve, there will be a great party to which all vacationers are invited, and where they can, if they wish, participate in a series of events designed to bring in the New Year with a bang.

     

    So, if your meet our profile – to which there are NO EXCEPTIONS, in the interest of bringing together a group of mutually compatible guys, then do not hesitate. Reserve your place now.  Group bookings for the dormitory accommodation are accepted.  There is a big demand for such communal arrangements, so do not delay if you want to live and and sleep together with a group of other studs. Remember there are one hundred places only.

    Having read the brochure I have to say that I was immediately very attracted to the idea.  What the Sunny Isle promoters had grasped was that there was a dearth of places anywhere, where aspiring, young, amateur, studs such as my friends and I could actually strut our stuff in the presence of our peer group.  There were lots of contests for professional bodybuilders and a few for the naked professionals; but for guys like us who enjoyed working out, developing our muscles and cocks as amateurs, there was really nothing at all.  And I knew that I for one would really enjoy some forum where I could strip naked and strut my stuff in front of other similar guys. Let’s face it; we all have a certain narcissistic component in our make-up.  So, it seemed to me that the Sunny Isle guys had hit the nail on the head.  Anyway, I had to get off to work, as I had a heavy property showing schedule that day.

    My sales day went very well; I had the good fortune to close as the professional verbiage puts it, two good sized sales, which made me feel really good. I was looking forward to our Friday night get together, which would only be the second time for Adam as a member of our group, replacing the much lamented Antonio.  I wondered how he was getting on in San Francisco. But just thinking about Adam’s development, it was absolutely amazing how quickly he had changed, in a very pleasant way, from a shy unassuming guy into quite an aggressively competent gay stud.  Last night when he had jumped in first with Andrew after I had just finished prepping him, was a prime example of what I meant; he truly now had got all the confidence he needed. And as for teaching him additional cock techniques, it was a non-starter, for the guy just knew instinctively what to do; and it was obvious from the vigorous way he addressed every hole he encountered, that he loved every minute of it; yes, he truly had taken to gay sex like a duck to water; but he also really delivered the goods to his partner, as few guys could field as massive a piece of rock-hard man-meat as Adam could.

    The Friday meeting tonight was again my place and so I just sat around and waited for the guys to arrive.  Just looking back at my activities over the past week, I realised that I had had a hell of a sex-charged set of encounters; but you know, sex is something you never tire of and I was looking forwards to stripping off with the guys and doing whatever we fancied together; I felt as fresh as daisy as I waited for them all to arrive. As I had told Adam last night with our one-night-stand with Andrew, all one need do is to to relax and let things happen naturally, which they always did.

    Everyone arrived pretty early so that by seven we were all stripped and ready to go. By common consent, to avoid a lot of technical fumbling,  we had all agreed that we should get ourselves lubed up before starting any action; so the first thing that happened each Friday, was that we mutually injected the anal lube into our holes.  This was always a cause of slight merriment as one after the other we each bent over and allowed one or another of us to perform the weekly baptismal ceremony as Eric called it. In many ways it was a bit like having a shot in the arm with some product, but a darned sight more pleasant, as no needle was involved.

    Well, this Friday, before anyone else could act; Eric had rolled on a condom and thrust his cock deep into Adam, whom he had pushed against a table.  The next thing I knew was that Jonathan had spun the pair of them around and was kneeling in front of Adam, whose cock he proceeded to suck.  I have to say, I felt slightly miffed by the way in which these two guys had pre-empted Adam; but I could well understand their action; for stark naked as he had stood there, Adam was the personification of male beauty and just exuded his readiness for sex. Any blue-blooded gay given half a chance would have been a fool not to shaft him there and then.  So I watched the three of them start fucking and then I thought to myself:  “What the hell; this is free style sex, no holds barred.”  So, I rolled a condom onto my own fuck-stick and without any warning, stuck Eric with my full length.  He let out an oath and then laughed as he realised what had happened and we started to synchronise our movements.  

    But the action was not yet complete, for Dmitri and Mike, who had been completely side-lined by this sudden action, each decided to join in and before I knew it, Dmitri had his cock deep into my arse, with Mike bringing up the rear, sticking his tool into Dmitri.  As I had told Adam only the night before, you do not need to plan anything when you are among willing participants; just let things happen and accept it; and that is what we did. So as an introduction to our Friday night fuckfest, the six of us copulated together as a chain; it was a monster variant on the tandem fuck! Well, it all ended in a massive climax for all concerned except Jonathan, who having chosen to suck cock rather than to fuck, was left taking Adam’s cream down his throat.

    Jonathan, who now felt that he had opted for the raw end of the deal, promptly grabbed Adam, who, good-naturedly, allowed him to give his hole a really solid pounding.  And so, we went on, until about ten that evening, with each of us doing with a partner whatever came to mind.  The great thing about our little group, was that we all got on well with each other and there was never any jealously or squabbling about who had done what to whom etc.  Don’t laugh; but just let me tell you that gay relationships are often fraught with jealous tension.  But Adam, as new recruit replacing our friend Antonio now in San Francisco, had completely integrated himself into our group; he was one of us and not just the new guy. At around ten, I called a halt and suggested to the guys that we all go and get a pizza at a nearby restaurant, as I wanted to discuss the Sunny Isle Spa offer with my friends.

    Over pizza and beer, I showed my friends the Sunny Isle Spa, end-of- year offer and asked them what they thought.  I myself was keen to go, for Chicago in mid-winter can be a very cold place indeed and I thought it would be great to be in a place with a large number of other young studs, much like us, where we could relax completely naked, exercise, swim, sunbathe, eat and fuck in the warm relaxing Caribbean weather.  And, I emphasised, when it came to fucking, there would be nearly a hundred other guys around, so we should be able to sample a lot of different merchandise.

    Well, each of my five friends, Adam included, shared my enthusiasm and everyone felt that they could get off work for that period. So having decided that we would all go, the next question was, should we book three double rooms or a ten bed dorm for the six of us and take pot luck with four guys who might fill it up.  A sense of adventure and daring was in the air; and so we finally opted for reserving for the six of us in a dorm. I think that the main attraction of the place was that we would have a lot of new talent around us, so we ought to take advantage of the situation and sample as many new arses as we could.  This was entirely in the spirit of our little group, for although we were all close friends and copulated together, none of us felt he had a special lien on any other member; and in Chicago, we all dipped our wicks into all kinds of other water; in a word, we were foot loose and fancy free, so we all lived our sex-lives life to the full.

    Later that evening, as Adam and I were walking back to our apartment, I asked him if he would like to come up again for what I called a night cap, Of course, what I really had in mind was another intense session with him, as I just wanted to fuck his arse so very hard: just why I felt so intensely like that, I was not quite clear, but I knew I wanted him very badly again that very night.  So Adam came up to my apartment where he and I fucked each other again with an intensity which belied that fact that we had just spent the previous three hours exercising our cocks; but that is what we did; and when he left to go downstairs to his own place on the ground floor of our block, I went to bed feeling totally contented.

    As ever, the next day being Saturday, our group met up as usual at the gym. Adam had started training with us and after overcoming his initial embarrassment at working out naked, he embraced the idea totally and clearly enjoyed being around other well-equipped young muscular studs as much as they enjoyed his presence.  Most of the guys we trained with were gay; and gays of our type, who are interested in body and cock building, love being around their peers; there is a great deal of pleasure to be had just looking at other guys.  Adam quickly became one of the star attractions for other bodybuilders, as he had unique quality about him which simply said “come hither”.  He could have had any of his co-gymnasts as a sex partner, as he just exuded that star quality. And as time passed, he honed his body into the most perfect expression of young male muscular physique, set off by his perfectly proportioned piece of man-meat, which now, at seven inches long when soft, was the envy of everyone who saw him; whether he knew it himself, Adam had a cock to die for!  I don’t know if he realised what a magnetic effect he had on people. 

    I was given the job of making the reservations at the spa and although it was only August, the special offer was already half sold out; but we nevertheless got our ten-man dorm.  So, we had something very special to look forward to for the end of the year; speaking for myself, I could hardly wait.  Then, I had a brilliant idea; why not ask Antonio if he could join us; we had all enjoyed his company, not to mention is sexual ability, so much so that it seemed a pity that he could not be with us, especially as he and Adam, his replacement in our group, had got on really well together for the brief time that had known one another.  So, I emailed Antonio our plans and was delighted that he said he would join us; so adding him to our dorm, left three places to be filled by strangers. By way of a surprise, I did not tell the others that Antonio would be joining us for the vacation; it would be sort of a Christmas present for them, for they all liked Antonio and he had been a great sex partner to all of us.  So, all in all, things were looking pretty good for the holiday period.

    CHAPTER 3

     

    The rest of the year leading up to our Caribbean vacation passed quickly.

    Adam and I spent quite a bit of time together apart from our weekly sessions each Friday night.  He and I went quite a few times together to the Howard Hotel bar and usually managed to pick up some lonely business man for an evening of recreational sex.  To say that Adam had been a timid young gay just a few months earlier, almost afraid of his own shadow, he had thrown off the shackles of fear totally and utterly and had blossomed out into one of the most eager sex partners I had ever known.

    Even though we spent a lot of time together, neither he nor I felt that we owned the other. I still saw guys from our group on an individual basis as did Adam. He also started relationships with two other gay guys who worked in the same advertising agency; the two guys, whose advances, until he had met me and got over his first time  fear, he had warded off. So, all in all Adam had become in a few short months a totally self confident and self sufficient gay stud, who enjoyed sex on a very frequent basis and who now had no fear at all of experimenting with new contacts.  He was just so good looking , even when fully dressed that he could pull any guy he wanted; anytime and anywhere; and when he was naked he was to die for; he just had that star quality which can neither be learned nor taught;  either you have it or don’t; and Adam had it in spades.

    The Christmas vacation was almost upon us and we had to arrange our transport to get to the resort.  The flat price of the holiday included transport by a small charter plane from Miami International Airport, but we had to get ourselves to Miami.  The organisers of the programme had planned three short flights a day over the two day period December 22nd and 23rd.  We had chosen to go on the first afternoon flight from Miami on the twenty second and had received our boarding passes via the Internet. Our flight from Chicago arrived in Miami at around 11:30 a.m. so we had a few hours to kill waiting in the airport. So we went off and found a cafeteria and and a quick lunch before return to the departure lounge, where in the meantime, other vacationers had been arriving from around the USA.

    We were sitting there when Antonio, who had just arrived from San Francisco, appeared, much to the surprise of my friends, all of whom were delighted to hear that he was coming with us, thanks to my efforts and that he would be bunking with us in our dorm. So, six was now seven and we all wondered who our co-occupants would be; but that we would only find out on arriving at the Sunny Isle Spa.

    “How did you arrange for Antonio to come,” asked Dmitri.

    “Well, my friend, if you must know, I’ll let you into the secret; I did it all by a combination of osmosis, smoke and mirrors; Come on, Dmitri, use your fucking brain! How do you think I arranged for him to come? I emailed him, told him of our plans and asked if he wanted to join us; he said yes; so I booked the vacation for him; it really is not rocket science you know.”

    We still had two hours to wait before our flight and I noticed that Adam was eying a group of three young guys, dressed in white who were waiting at the other end of the departure lounge.  They were clearly also heading for Sunny Isle, for they were all muscular young studs, wearing clothes which were designed to show off all their assets!  One of the guys had on a pair of hyper-tight fitting pants, which were glued to his arse and it was clear that beneath them he was wearing nothing – or at most a backless cock-thong – as his two buns were beautifully clothed in smooth white cloth; they made a very inviting sight, and it was on these that I could see Adam’s eyes were clearly focused.

    Adam sauntered across to the group and after a little conversation, he and what I have to call his target, wandered off together towards the men’s room.  Adam emerged half an hour later, looking very pleased with him, whilst his friend rejoined his waiting buddies.

    “Adam, have you been up to what I think you have?” I asked him,

    “And what might that be?” came the response, accompanied by a slight smile of mocking superiority.

    “Oh, come on Adam, you know full well what I am getting at. Have you and he been at it together?”

    “I am not sure that I know what you mean by: Have we been at it together?  At what exactly?”

    “Fuck you Adam, you know full well what I mean; stop playing footsy with me; have you two been fucking each other in the men’s room?”

    “Well,” said Adam, now laughing out loud, “Now that you come to ask; yes!  That guy is called Jens. He and his two buddies are from a naked, bodybuilding group, in Minneapolis and they are going to the same place as we are.  When I saw him, I simply could not take my eyes off him and when we got to talking he indicated that he wouldn’t mind a quickie, so we retired to the men’s room. But, you know what, Kevin?  You always told me to be prepared, with my back-pocket pack of Fukits. Well this was a text book example of unexpected sex, when I might have been caught short.  But talk about being prepared, we’ve got nothing on this guy.  You saw those white pants, glued to his arse; well when we got into the cubicle in the men’s room I wanted to start to pull his pants down, but it turned out not to be necessary. This guy was wearing a pair of special pants, with a zip down the back seam. So, he just motioned to me to pull down the zip, which I did; and bingo, I had immediate access to his arse.  Now that, Kevin, is what being prepared is all about.  Just think about it, he can have a quickie practically anywhere, and that is what he evidently wants, as he did not seem interested in giving be a return match, at least not today.  Anyway, Kevin, he was a great fuck even standing there in the cubicle and I hope we see more of him and his buddies when we get to the spa. So, you see, at the end of the day, I never even got to see his cock; amazing, isn’t it?”

    Our flight was called and we all boarded and were quickly on our way.  As we reached our destination, the pilot did a quick circle around the island, which looked absolutely beautiful from the air.  We landed shortly afterwards and were immediately met by a coach which took us to the spa itself.  The brochure had not exaggerated, as the place looked absolutely superb. We were the first group to arrive that day and were quickly processed by the reception.

    CHAPTER 4

     

    Total nudity began at the reception, for as soon as we left the coach and entered the reception area, all the staff were naked. And what a mouth watering set of guys they seemed to be, for the promoters had clearly chosen staff that had the right physiques and equipment to please their guests at first sight it all looked absolutely terrific.

    “OK, guys,” said the reception clerk, himself a truly magnificent looking stud with good muscles and a cock to match: “Here’s the deal.  You leave all your luggage and clothes here in the cloakroom next to this reception area where each of you will be allocated a locker. So, guys, from here onwards you are expected to be totally naked at all times, day and night; no cheating mind!  Now, your holiday includes all meals and supplies, like soap, towels, shaving equipment sunscreens, lubes and condoms; so the only extras are the drinks you might wish to order outside of meal times, where drinks are included.  So, we issue you with a card, which will allow you access to your locker and also to pay for the drinks you order.  His card is on a necklace which you can string around our neck and it the only object you are allowed to wear during your stay, other than, of course, any body jewellery, like cock and nipple piercing any of you might have.”

    “So if that is clear, I’ll let you all get stripped and stow your stuff in your lockers and then one of our assistants will show you to your dorm. After that, you are free to do what you want.  Just wander around and check out the facilities; they are all at our disposal, so enjoy your stay. Special events of the day are posted each morning on the notice board just outside this area, but there are lots of assistants around who will help you with any questions. And remember, these guys have their arse holes permanently at your disposal; so if you fancy a quick fuck with any one of them, don’t hesitate: all part of the service. You won’t need help with your luggage, guys, as you don’t have any!” He concluded with a laugh.

    Another mouth-wateringly- handsome stud showed us to our dorm, which was equipped with ten generous single beds several chairs and tables and had its own shower room and toilets adjacent.  The shower was exactly what was needed,  for the ten of us could easily soap up together in there; it’s always nice, when you have had a hard day’ sex, to soap up with a group of guys and to massage each others’ bodies; very sensual! We wondered who our three companions would be, but we had not long to wait, when, surprise, surprise, the three young studs from  Minneapolis, including Adam’s conquest, Jens, turned up.  We learned that these guys were all college students, just eighteen years of age, so we all looked forward to getting to know them better, for there is always great pleasure in having sex with a willing young stud. So, we felt very lucky as they all seemed like great guys.  They had looked terrific even fully clothed in the departure lounges but now that we saw them totally naked, we realised that we had been very lucky in getting such a great group of guys to bunk with us, for each of the three, had that all important asset: a large cock.

    So first things first and we all introduce ourselves; the Minneapolis trio were all of Scandinavian extraction: Jens, whom Adam had already fucked in the departure lounge rest-rooms, Dag and Oscar: we saw no need to bother with family names.

    “So what do you guys do together.” asked Antonio.

    Jens took the lead and answered for all of them. “Well, we are all three of us first year college students on three different courses at a small independent college in upstate Minnesota. It’s quite by chance that we are all from Minneapolis, as we did not know each other before meeting at college. I’m doing a liberal arts course; Dag is doing chemistry; and Oscar journalism; so, in fact as far as our studies are concerned, we have nothing in common and we met up through our love of body building, which we practice in an independent naked gym, which is in fact where we first met.  We are also, of course, all gay, which is really the thing that binds us together; so, having met up with each other, we moved together into a rented apartment, and now spend most our free time together and train together three times a week at the gym. We have a great sex life, by the way!  We all love the naked bodybuilding ethos and everything that goes with it, so when we saw the publicity for this winter break, we decided we would give it a whirl. So, here we are. Now how about you guys; you are obviously a little bit older than we are, but what is it that binds you together?”

    Antonio, as the eldest of our group answered. “In a word, guys, it’s sex! We’re all totally gay, we all like each other and we enjoy having sex together; and it’s that all important driving force, sex that we enjoy so much which binds us together. But to give you a bit of  a background,  we are a group of guys from Chicago who, like you boys, met up in a naked bodybuilding gym, where we now all work out every Saturday morning together; and like you we are very much into sex, which as I just said is the main driving force holding  us together.  I left the group earlier this year to take up a new IT job in San Francisco, and was replaced by Adam here, the baby of our group, who works in an advertising agency;   I gather that Jens has already sampled Adam’s talent for impromptu sex whilst you were all waiting at the airport in Miami and I guess that that might have given him a foretaste of what is to come.  Kevin works in real estate on the near north side of Chicago and the others, Eric, Dmitri, Jonathan and Mike are all accountants and work for small independent companies in and around Chicago.  So, I guess that more or less covers who we are.”

    “Now of more immediate interest, we all get together every Friday evening for what we call our fuckfest, where we can indulge in our love of gay sex. So we spend two or three hours having sex with each other before going out to eat later on.  So, guys, that must give you an idea of why we are here: it’s basically for the freestyle sex as well as the weather and we hope that we shall have a great time together.  So, there guys, you have it.”

    “Listen, guys,” said Dmitri, “How about  we all go for a swim together and then we can get something to eat and then, I suggest that we come back here to our dorm and all get to know one another a little better; let’s try to get a bit closer to each other, if you see what I mean.  As we’re going to be together for the next ten days or so, so we may as well make the best of what we have to hand, before we venture out into the untold delights which this place clearly has on offer.”

    Well, of course everyone saw what Dmitri was getting at, and his idea was accepted, so off we went to find the pool.  One of the great things about being in a naked resort is that you don’t have to bother about what to do with your clothes; you just come and go anywhere at all as you please.  So we each picked up a towel and set off for our swim.  The spa had two large pools, sea water and freshwater, each surrounded by sun-decks and also offered access, via a beach of dazzling white sand, to what looked like a crystal clear sea; so it was there that we all went.   I have to say, that on our way there, we saw quite a number of other guys arriving and some who were already sitting around sunbathing and it was clear that the spa’s insistence on age, muscles and cock size for all its clients seemed to have paid off, for all the guys we saw certainly ticked all my boxes; we were clearly in a place populated by beautiful young muscular gays, all sporting handsome allocations of man-meat; I felt quite exhilarated at the prospects for the coming days!

    So we swam in the sea, went back to the showers of the freshwater pool to get rid of the salt water, sat around and sunbathed and finally, around six in the evening, went into cafeteria for supper.  I say cafeteria: it was one of two eateries, but to call it a cafeteria was doing it an injustice, for it was made up of a really magnificent buffet with both hot and cold food and drinks; one served oneself, but it was a real high class deal that the spa laid on.  Then, after supper we all went back to our dorm and the fun began.

    Antonio acted as organiser of the ice-breaking part of the evening, by telling the three college guys that we all ought to get to know each other’s attributes on a one to one basis; so he proposed to the three young studs that they first let our Chicago group make our introductions and then they could do the same for us.  Of course, they really had no idea of what our introduction would involve.  Antonio also told the guys that we always practised safe sex and always used condoms and that we were all great believers in pre-sex lubrication to make sure that once in the act, we were all able to enjoy what we were doing.  In the dorm was a set of drawers not needed for our clothes, as we did not have any; a rapid inspection showed a large selection of condoms, and lubricants, including our favourite, Anolube, in the form of injectible sachets.

    “Listen guys, why don’t you three let us lead the way. Don’t be scared, we’re not going to rape you; we’re just going to give you a real good introduction to our group. So, listen guys, just bend across the table there, spread your legs, relax and enjoy what we are going to do; then we will give you a return bout and you three can do the same for us. After that we can all relax and spend the rest of the evening doing whatever takes our individual fancies.”

    The three college guys listened to Antonio, but it was difficult to see whether they had really understood. Anyway, with a certain reluctance, totally understandable, I have to say, they did was requested and we were presented with three splendid sets of buns each giving access to a nice, tight young anus.

    “OK guys, it may sound a bit clinical, but we’re going to give each of your holes an injection of lube so that when we start fuck, it will be a real smooth and comfortable affair for all of us; so, it’s just a shot of anal lubricant into your rectums, that’s all: nothing more nothing less.”

    Antonio motioned to Adam, Dmitri and me to do the necessary, which we did.  As ever, there was a slight intake of breath as we pushed the injector tube of the Anolube through each guy’s sphincter and Oscar let out an oath, but nothing more.

    Eric, Jonathan and Mike, meanwhile had each rolled on a condom and were read to being our little initiation ceremony.  We three stood back and allowed the three protagonists to address their targets, and each similarly prepared our own cocks for our turn.

    Eric, Jonathan and Mike each now chose one of the young guys, targeted his hole and gently forced their cocks deep into their fuck holes.  There was no surprise at this, for anal sex was clearly something which the three guys practised among themselves on a regular basis.  But what the three college guys did not appreciate  but quickly found out, was that each of us in turn was going to give each of them three or four hard thrusts of our cocks, before withdrawing and allowing another to take over. So, each of us seven guys pushed our cocks into each of the three young guys’ holes in relatively quick succession; so each of the college lads felt the man-meat of each of us seven Chicagoans with whom he was bunking.  Could it be classed as sexual intercourse?  I suppose it had to be, but there was no attempt made to come to a climax but to give the receiver, the bottom, the feel of each of the seven different cocks with which he was sharing the dorm. I suppose it could be viewed as the sexual equivalent of a welcoming handshake.

    “That,” said Oscar, “Was one hell of a welcome!  I wonder if anyone has ever experienced anything like that ever before; my god, just think of it: seven different fuck-sticks up one’s arse in quick succession. That was truly a very innovative way of saying howdy!  But it is interesting, in that each cock is individual and you really can feel the difference, from one guy to the next.  So, where do we go from here?”

    “Oscar, just stretch your imagination a little and you will soon see what happens next.  Look you three young muscle-studs: we’ve just shown you our credentials, so, don’t you think it it would be polite for you to do the same for us,” said Antonio.

    “Holy shit,” said Oscar, “You surely don’t mean what I think you mean, do you? You want the three of us to shaft the seven of you! Is that what you are saying?”

    “There you are, Oscar.” replied Antonio, “You see; that did not require all that much brain power did it? And, my friend, you have hit the nail on the head and come to the right conclusion. So guys, shall we start and get this introduction ceremony over and done with so that we can get down to some serious sex together? Of course, if you young studs don’t feel up to it, then just say the words and we will…..”

    Here, Oscar interrupted Antonio, piqued by the implication of his words which had been said precisely to arouse the three young guys. “What the fuck do you mean “If we’re not up to it?” What do you take us for?  A set of school kids? Come on lads; let’s show these Chicagoans, what we can do.”

    By this time we were all laughing, at Oscar, his two companions included and he quickly realised that he had been set up as a fall guy, saw the joke and started to laugh himself.

    To their credit the three young lads did us proud. They were quick learners and suggested that they take us in two groups, one of three and the other of four. So, in turn, we each leaned over the table, offered them our arses, and received a shot of lube followed by four short but firm thrusts of the cock of each of the lads. As Oscar had asserted, they were certainly not a set of school kids and they each knew how to use their man-meat to the best advantage. Looking back on it, I suppose they had to have a good deal more stamina than we had displayed, for each of them had no less than seven holes to ream.  But they did this with distinction and at the end of the day, I think it was safe to say that we all felt we knew each other very well indeed.

    So, what happened next? Well there were ten of us in our dorm just raring to go and have a really hard fuck, so we just sort of paired off with whomever we happened to fancy. This first night was straightforward, unadulterated, one on one anal sex; but given our number, I think that overall we each fucked every other guy and were, in turn, fucked by him.  It was two blissful hours of intense copulation and towards midnight, we all fell into bed exhausted.

    I lay in bed, unable to sleep, as I suddenly realised that every time I had looked at what Adam was doing, I had felt a pang of jealousy, a feeling which had been slowly developing over the course of the year, since I had first met him. We had only known each other about six months but in this time Adam had turned from a shy and timid virgin into a vigorous gay young stud, who never missed a chance to exercise his meat on anyone he found attractive.  I had already seen him in action in the airport lounge, when he had sidled off with Jens and fucked him in the men’s’ room whilst we were waiting for our flight.  Thinking back on how I had felt when I saw what was happening, I have to admit that I was green with envy and very jealous of Jens, wham I did not then even know.  And so I finally admitted to myself that I felt more for Adam than a simple friendships I felt for the others. The fact of the matter was that I had fallen in love with him.  The question was; did he feel the same way about me? We had never ever touched on the subject even though he and I had one-on-one sex at least once a week.  I felt in a real quandary about what to do; but as things turned out the question was resolved very quickly: that very night in fact.

     

    CHAPTER 5

    Lying there, unable to sleep, my steamy encounter with Brett, the pizza delivery boy who had been a brief sexual flash in the pan for me, kept coming back in my mind.  At the time, I had fucked Brett as if there was to be no tomorrow. I had been harder than I had ever been, bigger than I had ever been and I had battered Brett’s arse with all my force. Looking back on that occasion I suddenly thought that I had acted in that way with Brett, simply because I wanted Adam to be the target of my desire.  I had simply used Brett as an ersatz: a replacement, for Adam; but at the same time I had not wanted Adam to find me fucking Brett, which had been a real possibility as Adam lived in the same building as I did and he had a nasty habit of arriving at my door unannounced.

    I finally, decided that I had to take the bull by the horns; I slid out of bed, went over to where Adam was sleeping, lifted the covers and lay down beside him.  Now, I have to tell you that I had never actually been in bed with another man before, other than to allow, on one occasion only, Adam to lie beside me for the night in my apartment.  I had been, many, many times, on a bed with my sex partner for the evening, but once finished, we had always gone our separate ways: I never ever slept with anyone  and I never ever kissed anyone on the lips as I considered that a much more intimate act than fucking a guy’s  butt.  Adam stirred in his sleep as I ran my hand down his naked body. Eventually, realising that he was no longer alone in the bed, he woke up and turned to see who was lying beside him.

    “It’s only me Adam; I couldn’t sleep and I had something which I just had to tell you, so I climbed into bed with you, which is why I am here now.  I know it was a bit of a surprise, but what I wanted to say to you could not wait.”

    By this time I was beginning to feel a little stupid, but Adam saved me from myself, in that he reached over, put his arms round me and kissed me in a very sensual matter on the mouth.  I was shocked, but pleasantly surprised, and as he persisted with the contact, I returned the kiss; my very first kiss with another man, or with anyone other than with my mother! I know it sounds totally corny, but I had never kissed anyone or shared a bed with anyone until now as I felt that such was for a very special person. That is exactly how I feel about things; so call me out of date or whatever you wish, but you will not budge me from my feelings on the matter.

    “It’s OK Kevin, you don’t have to waste your breath; I can tell you what it is which you want to say to me; in fact it’s very simple: just three words: I love you

    Am I right Kevin? Am I right?”

    “How the hell did you divine that that is with I wanted to say to you? It is quite true, I do love you Adam, and I guess I have known it for some time now, without ever admitting it to myself.  But after tonight, when I saw you with the others, I just could not stand it any longer: I had to tell you how I felt.”

    “Kevin, you are just so transparent.” laughed Adam. “I have known for ages how you felt about me. I saw how you were jealous when I went with another guy; even the guys of our Friday night group;  I just knew how you felt and that one day or another you would have to tell me.  So you tell me that you love me and I suppose you wonder how I feel about you. Well, Kevin, let me put you out of your misery and say the same three words to you. I love you too Kevin. In fact I fell in love with you once you had got me over my first time fears and my feelings for you have grown ever since.”

    “Why the fuck didn’t you say something, Adam?”

    “Why the fuck didn’t you say something, Kevin?”

    We both laughed. Anyway it was all out of the bag. Our feelings for each other had been declared, in a rather unusual manner, but declared nonetheless, and I guess Adam perhaps felt as relieved as I that we now knew where we stood.  So Adam turned his back on me; I snuggled up against is muscular body pushing my cock between his buns and reaching over him cradled his cock in my hand.  We then fell asleep, to be awakened, at eight next morning, by Antonio, who was standing over us.

    “Rise and shine guys. Didn’t you two get enough of each other last night?”

    We just smiled at him; we both knew something he did not: we had become an item.

    I said, “Antonio, all will be made clear to you at breakfast, so let’s get the others up, shower and go to eat.”

    Before breakfast, Adam and I  had already decide that we would tell our friends of the change in our status; that we were no longer just two guys among a group of friends, but that we had become an item. The other guys showered us with their congratulations, when we announced this fact, in some case tinged with envy.  Adam and I had achieved that state of nirvana, which I suspect every gay guy hopes he will one day attain. Although, as Adam and I had hitherto been, the guys were happy with their status quo, belonging to a group of like minded studs, which ensured an active and varied sex life for everyone, I think that their dream is to find Mr. Right and settle down with him as an item. Most people, gay or straight, do not usually want to live alone; and gays like regular guys and gals, live in the hope that they will, one day, find their life’s partner.  But to allay their fears, both Adam and I had agreed that we would still form part of the group, whose Friday night sessions we all enjoyed. For even though I had fallen head over heels for Adam, it did not preclude for either of us what I call recreational sex.  Variety is the spice of life and I felt that Adam and I should still indulge in it.

    But, immediately after breakfast, I went to the reception and asked the guy on duty, if there was any chance at all of Adam and me moving to a double room.  By this time all guys who had registered for the winter break had arrived; he looked over the reservations and told us that we were in luck; two guys who had booked a double had backed out due to illness at the last minute, so there was one room available, which he allocated to us.  He told us that the resort was entirely full, other than the two dormitory beds we were vacating.

    So I told our group, including the studs from Minneapolis, that Adam and I would be moving out into a double bedroom as we wanted to sleep together and consolidate our union, but that we would, in all other ways, still be part of the group and indulge in the pleasure of whatever sexual escapades the guys got themselves into. It was a great relief for me to know that Adam and I had cemented ourselves together; I could relax in the knowledge that when we had sex with other guys, which we surely would, as sex played such an important part in both our lives, that it would be purely recreational and in no way threaten our own relationship, based on love of the one for the other. My goodness, I had had no idea how things could have changed so rapidly.

     

    CHAPTER 6

    Today was Christmas Eve, December 24th, our second full day at the spa and so we thought we should check out who was here; what everyone was doing (as if we couldn’t guess!); and what all was on offer to satisfy the desires of some hundred or so horny, muscular gays.  As the brochure had said, the facilities were superb. There were the two swimming pools and two well equipped gyms, plus several saunas and Jacuzzis as well as an indoor solarium.  Then there were the two cafeterias and the auditorium where tonight a special demonstration was proposed by some ten professional muscle-cocks. This was clearly the highlight of the day and not to be missed: a unique opportunity to see ten magnificently-muscled guys with mind-bendingly massive cocks perform on stage. We all wondered exactly what they would show us.

    The spa was basically a large outdoor park, with outdoor lounging furniture in abundance, some of which was clearly designed for sex. A regular feature seemed to be a series of lowish padded tables, against which a guy could lean and offer up his arse for the delectation of others.  And already by ten in the morning, there was quite a lot of sexual activity, as guys clubbed together and fucked one of the many assistants.  This was a unique feature of the spa, in that as they had proposed, they had engaged some twenty or so young student studs, to act as welcoming arseholes to all comers.  And lots of guys took advantage of this. We watched as one group of five young guys sequentially shafted a young student assistant who was flat on his back on one of the tables. We learned from another assistant that part of their deal was that they were on duty for two three hour stints each day, during which time they were at the disposal of any of the vacationers, who, within reason could do as they wished.  And used they certainly were, as we saw several groups of vacationers hard at work on young assistants.  Lubes and condoms were freely available; but we saw several guys fucking bare back; not a practice I particularly approved of.

    Anyway, in for a dime, in for a dollar, so Simon, Jens, Oscar, Antonio and I, teamed up with one of the young assistants, who, by chance turned out to be a college student named Zach from Chicago. We had a great time exploring his hole in quick succession. We were all pretty considerate and an hour later when we  had finished,  Zach, said how much he had enjoyed himself with us, as for him there was just something awe inspiring about taking a series of large cocks up his hole in quick succession.  I noticed that as we exercised our man-meat on him he himself managed to reach orgasm several times and produce large amount of cum. I was really pleased that Zach, who was doing this as a vacation job to earn a bit of cash had got some enjoyment out of having his arsehole fucked.

    Whilst we were working on Zach’s fundamental orifice, our friends, Dmitri, Eric, Jonathan, Dave and Jens had found themselves a young assistant, Ned, who, as we learned later was Zach’s buddy as the two had come down from Chicago together to earn some much needed cash acting as Naked Bodybuilder’s Assistants (NBAs) over the holiday period.  As it was now near lunchtime, we all joined up again and went to the the cafeteria. As Zach and Ned (his real name, we learned, was Edward) had finished their morning shift they came with us, we made a large party at the luncheon table.

    The outcome of all this was, that as the two young NBAs were off duty until late afternoon we invited them over to our dorm for a little post-prandial sex, this time as equals.  Both guys were delighted to be invited to spend some quality time with a group of well equipped studs. as it gave them the chance to exercise their own equipment rather than act just as cum-dumps for the vacationers.  It goes without saying that both young students were very well equipped; so the twelve of us passed a very pleasant two hours in an orgy of mutual fucking: you name it – we did it! This was already turning into a vacation to remember.

    As they left, Zach reminded us that tonight was the stage show by the professional MuscleCocks, which according to Zach, who had seen some of the performers in their preparation sessions, was an event not to be missed. According to him these professional studs had unbelievable muscles and even more unbelievable cocks.

    The show started at ten o’clock so we all had time for a Christmas Eve dinner before settling down to see the performance.

    I guess every vacationer was in the auditorium that night, for we were all dying to see exactly what these professional muscle-cock looked like and what they were going to do to entertain us.  Well, we were not disappointed, for promptly at ten, a very muscular and well equipped guy strode onto the stage and announced the evening’s entertainment, which was to begin with a demonstration of bodybuilding poses, but which would be accompanied by synchronised cum shots.

    Four incredible looking men now appeared on the stage.  I thought that the guys of our group we were well developed, and certainly as far as Adam and I were concerned with quite exceptional cocks. Well, let me just say that we simply faded into insignificance compared to what we now had before us.  I asked myself how anybody could develop such huge muscles and, even more amazingly, such monumental cocks.  The man-meat sported by these first four guys to appear was totally amazing; if the other members of their team were the same, then we were in for a mind-bending display of muscle-cock, irrespective of what they actually did with their assets.  Each of these studs displayed a rock-hard, strictly cylindrical cock, at least twelve inches long and straight as a die, with a diameter of about three inches.  Each guy’s cock had been perfectly cut to show off four massive cock-heads set in perfect relief from the shaft by their clearly defined rim which each of them had.  These cocks were jewels of the circumciser’s art; not a trace of any foreskin was left, producing incredibly attractive pieces of man-meat for all to see. This was absolute perfection in circumcision and reinforced my own view that anyone who is proud of his equipment, must be cut; foreskin ruins the appearance of any worthwhile cock.

    The four performers disported themselves along the front of the stage, providing the audience with a perfect view of their meat.  For myself, just looking at these guys, who had so far done nothing, had made me rock hard and brought me to the precum stage. And glancing around, I saw that I was not alone in being aroused, for there were lots of hard cocks visible among the audience alongside me.

    The compere now told us that the MuscleCocks would first carry out their final prepping on stage so that we could all see what was involved. This was the final stage in a two hour pre-performance procedure off stage, which the performers had gone through to arrive at the stage of arousal we now saw.  But still more was needed before they could perform their routine.  Well, the final prepping turned out to be a spectacle in itself. Four young NBAs came on stage, leaned over a long low table which was standing at the back of the stage, spread their legs to allow the performers access to their anuses.  The four performers advanced on the proffered anuses and with tremendous force, pushed their cocks into the NBAs holes and then proceeded to fuck them with the most terrifying force; it was an amazing spectacle to see the arses of the performers reciprocating to and fro as they thrust their cocks in and out of the NBAs.  But, before climaxing the MuscleCocks withdrew their cocks completely and the NBAs left the stage.  The effect of this last prepping operation had been to leave the MuscleCocks in a state of extreme arousal with their cocks even longer and harder than ever.  They had withdrawn before climaxing and were now ready to perform.

    What we now saw was utterly amazing. The four MuscleCocks went through what was clearly a pre-programmed posing routine to some rhythmic background music; nothing at all was said; but the four guys systematically followed the routine and each time that they changed their pose, each of them was able to ejaculate a forceful stream of sperm, which was usually directed onto the body of another member of the team. Thus as time progressed, the four MuscleCocks gradually became covered with their co-performers’ thick, creamy cum.  Now they did all this without ever touching their cocks, something no normal guy can do. Guys who fuck regularly like Adam and me develop stamina so that we can go from fuck to  fuck and still produce our cum;  but our cocks are always  handled in some way: either we jerk off, or we fuck butt or we get sucked off; but there is always some physical contact with the cock. These amazing guys did it without so much as touching their tools. How they did they do it? I had no idea, but it was a tour-de- force of a spectacle which I was glad to have seen: it truly defied the imagination! 

    Finally, after the last pose, the guys took a well-earned bow and then, still rock hard, by way of a final gesture, they paired off; the one then gave his partner’s hole, four sharp thrusts of his cock; the two then changed places and repeated the gesture. Needless to say, the audience went wild and there was a good deal of sperm ejaculated by members of the audience including me, who had become so aroused by the performance that we climaxed ourselves.

    There was now a pause whilst the stage was set for the next turn.  The ten MuscleCocks now all came onto the stage, the four we had just seen and their six co-performers.  This, said the compere, was to be a cross-over fuck,  in which each of the two teams of five performers would would first fuck and then be fucked by each of the others in turn; so each MuscleCock five man team would first fuck the five other guys and then in turn be fucked by the five of them.  This as the compere announced, was probably the greatest tour de force of synchronised anal copulation ever attempted; each guy had to perform his five fucks one after the other before in turn accepting five different cocks up his own anus.

    The way it was performed was that five MuscleCocks first bent over the table and offered their anuses to the five others, who simultaneously shafted their colleagues and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of them, synchronising their pumping. Clearly they had practised this turn many times, for they all climaxed together.  Then they moved on one guy, so that the man on the extreme right, moved back to the extreme left and everyone moved over one partner; the procedure was then repeated and so it went on until the first five supplicants had been served by each of their team.  The supplicants then became the fuckers and the whole procedure was repeated.  What was amazing was the extreme precision; the MuscleCocks coordinated their climaxes perfectly and each guy shot his cream into his partner’s hole at the same moment. The other thing was the speed at which they performed and the incredibly synchronisation. We the spectators were treated to a display of five pairs of naked buttocks pumping away in perfect synchrony at five guys’ anuses. 

    And so several turns were performed for us always by the same ten guys, who seemed to have a permanent reserve of stamina and, I might add, sperm, for their ability to cum seemed unending. Towards midnight, the ten studs came on stage for their final turn, which was a chain fuck. It was an extraordinary sight to see ten muscular men, each with an enormous cock, joined together arse to cock and then to simultaneously manage to climax together.  The audience went wild with appreciation, after what had been an exceptional evening provided by these unique men and based entirely on the imaginative use of their cocks. This had to be one of the greatest semi-public displays ever, of truly hard-core gay professional sex.

    To close, the compere announced that the performers would remain at the spa for the next three days and would relax in much the same way as the other guys on vacation. However, as they had exceptional equipment, on each of the three days each of the ten MuscleCocks had agreed to exercise his cock on other vacationers, So, here was the deal: each day, for anyone who wished to try out a MuscleCock’s cock for size, as it were, there would be a draw and the first ten names drawn would have the honour to be fucked by ten of the biggest cocks in the world.

    We were all agog at this news, but I personally wondered if I would ever have the courage to offer my own arse to be fucked by such a monster piece of meat; it needed some cool thought.  Adam and Antonio and the lads from Minnesota jumped in feet first and made sure that their names were on the list from which the daily draw would be made.  I myself was not sure that lucky was the right word, but Adam and Antonio were sold on the idea.

    “Just think,” said Adam to me, ‘This is a unique chance to take one of the biggest tools ever up your own arse.  For me, it’s a chance not to be missed. And just think, they’re here for three days and there are ten of them. So thirty of us vacationers have a chance to undergo a unique experience.”

    “Do as you please, Adam and the rest of you also, but include me out. I really don’t think I have got the courage to have my hole reamed by something approaching the Washington Monument in size.” I said and laughed.

    That night, Adam and I moved into our double room and for the first time in my life, I slept with another man: a man whom I loved deeply. We had had lots of sex that day one way and another, but as we climbed into bed together our hands were all over each other; we just wanted to be as one. And so, in spite of a strenuous day, we spent until the early hours of the morning making love to each other, Note I said making love rather than fucking, for although we physically fucked each other several times, it was an act of love we were involved in, an act

    which is totally different to the simple recreational sex act we perform with our friends. And the orgasms which we each achieved were quite different. Lying there with Adam by my side, I felt my boat had finally come in; I was totally contented and at peace with myself.

    CHAPTER 7

    The next day, I tried to persuade Adam not to enter into the lottery, with the prize being a personal fucking session with one of these monster MuscleCocks. It was not that I disapproved of them but rather that now that Adam and I had got so close; I feared that allowing his hole to be reamed by one of these monster cocks might lead to some severe physical damage.

    “But you saw how the NBA assistants offered there arses to these guys and there was no problem.”

    “Yes, but just think, Adam, they have been training with these monster cocks for months.  What this lottery offers is the equivalent of a one-night-stand with a monumental piece of man-meat entering a totally unprepared anus.  Quite frankly with a penis that big, it might rip your sphincter apart.”

    “Oh, come on Kevin! It can’t be that bad. Just look at you and me; we’re pretty big by the standards of the guys whom we fuck: very big in fact; not wanting to sound boastful and there is never any problem. And when we pull a guy at the Howard for a one-night-stand as you call it, do we hear any complaints? No!  Look Kevin, this is a once given opportunity to experience what few guys will ever have the chance to do; to have their holes penetrated and fucked by one of the biggest cocks in the world.  Come on, Kevin, it’s an opportunity of a life time: one not to be missed.  Anyway, it’s not even sure that I will win a place in the three draws.”

    “Adam, there is a world of difference between what we two have by way of fuck-sticks and the howitzers that these MuscleCocks pack  between their legs.  But if you want, go ahead; but don’t tell me later that I didn’t warn you.”

    Well, in the event, no one of our group won a place in any of the three draws, so that was that as far as direct communing with any of the MuscleCocks was concerned. I can tell you that I was mightily relieved that Adam had not been selected.  Thinking about my feelings retrospectively, I may have been a bit alarmist, but I just wanted protect the guy who had suddenly become the focus of my life: love is a wondrous thing!

    As you will recollect ten “lucky lads” had been chosen each day to have the benefit of having there holes reamed by the MuscleCocks. So, over the three day period there were no less than thirty occasions when the chosen few had congress with these massive fuck-sticks.  Of course those selected were free to have their session with their chosen MuscleCock wherever they wished; but not surprisingly, such was the excitement that quite a few of the guys were persuaded by their friends to allow their holes to be shafted in public. After all, why not? This was an all-male, naked free-style sex spa and guys were unabashed at having anal sex anywhere and everywhere in full view of anyone who cared to watch and young NBAs were constantly on hand offering their holes to all comers. The promoters of this Christmas-New Year break had promised sex and my God had they delivered; talk about a Garden of Eden; this was a Garden of Hard-Core Copulation!

    So, we had the pleasure of seeing several of the MuscleCocks in action with those vacationers who had the chance to win the lottery.  On stage their cocks had looked huge but now, close up they looked even bigger: utterly intimidating.  But as Adam had predicted here was no problem as each guy who had the pleasure of being fucked by one of these monster poles was able to accommodate its full length and girth without any problem.  Once penetrated the MuscleCocks gave their partners a truly monumental pounding with their extraordinary man- meat and blasted a huge wad of cum into their target hole.  Adam said that he felt he had missed the opportunity of a lifetime; but did not blame me, as it had been decided by the luck of the draw.  But just looking at these MuscleCocks close up as they relaxed, swam, sunbathed and fucked each other as we all were doing, one had to admire their dedication to their sport, if one could call it such; they spent three hours in serious work-out routines in the gym every day and were proud to show off their muscles and their extraordinary sexual development to everyone.

    And so the rest of the vacation flashed by at great speed and it was already the New Year’s Eve party.  All of us vacationers plus the NBAs and other support staff were present and it was an utter orgy of gay sex.  The party officially ended at midnight as we all formed two huge cock-in-arse circles and attempted to coordinate our efforts to ring in the New Year with one glorious combined ejaculative climax.  Whether we succeeded or not, I am not quite sure, but there was great merriment all round and everyone had a great time.

    Adam and I sneaked away from our group shortly afterwards and went off to our private double room where we spent the next two hours in feverish lovemaking.  For Adam and me, it was a union between equals for we both loved to fuck each other and so there was no difficulty in satisfying both our needs. Of course, wonderful though the facilities at the spa had been, they faded into insignificance compared with the union which Adam and I achieved.  I can but liken the nights we spent together to those of how I imagine the honeymoon of a man and a woman to be.  We were not formally committed to each other, but no two people were ever more in tune than were Adam and I once we had declared out feelings for each other. It had been the greatest and happiest week of my life and I believe that Adam felt the same.

    CHAPTER 8

    We arrived back in frozen Chicago in the first days of January.  Adam vacated his small apartment on the ground floor of our block and moved in with me. To celebrate I bought a brand new king-size bed, which we occupied together. I also added a padded table from a supplier of sex accoutrements for there was no doubt that on occasions it was good to be able to take one’s partner either flat on his back or leaning against a solid object.  We still went along to our Friday evenings with our friends and Adam and I regularly went over to the Howard Hotel bar to try to pull a one-night-stand with a lonely business man; it was sort of a little weekly adventure for us and we both enjoyed it enormously; and I think I can say, that we never left our partner unsatisfied. Tony, the barman was delighted that we had got together on a permanent basis but rolled his eyes when we went back to his bar and were up to our old tricks trying to pick up a one-night-stand: “Don’t you two studs ever get enough!” he said.

    We finally decided in early February that we would make our union official and exchanged vows to each other in a civil ceremony at City Hall.  We also decided that we would officially change our names and adopted the style of Kevin and Adam Maitland-Smith (with a hyphen!)

    We threw a huge party for all our friends, including the ladies with whom I worked and colleagues from the advertising agency where Adam worked.  The saddest thing was that although my mother and sister came and congratulated us; and, once they had met Adam and got to know him a little, they all liked him – what was there not to like about this guy? My father, however,  could not unbend and remained as distant as the day I had left home aged seventeen.  As for Adam’s family from whom he had been estranged for several years, only his mother came to the ceremony and the party.  I never knew whether she had known previously about her son’s sexuality, but she was seemed to accept our union and was happy that Adam had settled down with a guy he loved.

    So, I suppose at the end of the day, Adam and I were lucky to have found each other and the neither of us was alone in the world.  We were happy and contend with our lot, which is saying something.  As ever, I wondered what the future might hold for the pair of us.

    THE END


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  • A Bear and a Boy

    Spring is coming. I can feel it! On such a beautiful day, I had to make the most of it. I had the day off and decided to go to the park after I finished my errands. I walked the six blocks from my apartment with my headphones in, half singing along aloud. I walked the paths around the lakes and through the trees, shielding the sun from my eyes to catch a glimpse of the Rockies along the horizon. Looking for somewhere to sit, I find a grassy mound and lay down. 

    The sun was strong without a cloud in the sky, so I looked around, didn’t see many people around me, and figured it was okay to shed some layers. I pulled my long sleeve shirt off and laid back down, feeling the cool, itchy blades of grass tickle my bare skin on my back and arms. I close my eyes and bask in the sunshine, listening to my music. The wind picked up not long after and sent chills down my back. I ran my hands over my bare chest and stomach, my fingers tracing through my tufts of chest hair and happy trail. My nipples get hard from the chill of the wind. Lightly tracing my skin with the soft tips of my fingers and feeling the wind on my skin made me a little horny, and being the adventurous 22 year old male that I am, I really wanted to take my long underwear off underneath my shorts. I began wondering how I could, if I could find some trees, or find a public facility even maybe. The thought got me going a little, and I felt my cock start to stiffen. 

    Just then, I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin suddenly blocked. I open my eyes to the silhouette of a beast of a man holding a shirt. He says something but I can’t hear with my head phones in. “What?” I ask, taking one out. “Is this yours?” he asked again, holding up a shirt. I reached  around on the ground around my person expecting to grab my shirt and say no this is my shirt, but he indeed had mine. “The wind blew it over there,” he said, pointing and turning behind him. When he turned I got a good look at him instead of his shadowy outline with the sun behind him. Dark, scruffled hair with a thick but well kept beard that hid a strong jaw. His shoulders were broad and his chest was full of muscle, his t-shirt stretched on either side, cupping his pecs. His arms were muscular as well, and partly covered in a variety of ink. Realizing I was only staring and not saying anything, he chuckled to himself, “Okay, then” and turned to walk away, showing his sculpted butt. He took a few big steps away from me before I realized he was walking away from me. “H-hey, uh, er, wait?” I gathered myself and stood up. “Wait!” I said a little louder as he kept walking away. He turned his head halfway, spotting me in his peripherals, and turned his head back, continuing to walk away. I kept walking after him, sure that he saw and heard me. 

    “That’s mine shirt, bro!” I said once I caught up to him. He was a little shorter than me I saw now, but he had me beat in every other category. “Why didn’t you stop?” Didn’t you hear me?” He never stopped walking but he turned to me, “And how do I know this is yours?” “You asked if it was mine! Who else isn’t wearing a shirt out here?” I ask, scanning the park, “it’s mine mother fucker!” I was getting agitated. He smiled, showing off his thick lips and bright white teeth. “That’s not a nice way to talk to someone who was trying to help,” he says, still avoiding eye contact and still walking. “C’mon man, the wind is cold, give me my shirt back,” I said, reaching for it. He yanked it out of my reach before I could snag it. “Yeah it sure looks cold,” he chuckled. I reached again and he yanked it away again. Nearly losing my balance I grabbed his shoulder, feeling how thick and muscular it was. 

    As frustrated as I was, I was equally curious. Was he doing this on purpose? Who did this guy think he was? Was he serious?? “Please give me my shirt back,” I asked. He stopped. “You asked nicely, well done!” he reached out with the shirt only to yank it away again as I reached for it. “I’ll give it back on one condition,” he said. “Seriously?” C’mon man,” I said reaching again. “Ah, ah, one condition.” “What?” “You can’t put it back on.” 

    “What?” I asked. “I’ll give you the shirt but you can’t put it back on,” he repeated. I became intrigued, “And why is that?” “Because it would cover that happy trail of yours,” he said without skipping a beat. I stopped in my tracks. This dude is hitting on me! Holy shit! He kept walking, not thinking a thing of it. I catch back up to him, “Fine,” I say, biting my lip, “I’ll leave it off.” He glances at me and I roll my eyes. He smiles and tosses it at me. I continued walking by his side even though I had the shirt in my hand. My heart raced and I wondered where this guy was going, was I supposed to go with him? Should I leave? What do I ask? So many questions raced through my mind.. and blood began rushing through my cock too, as I felt it slowly stiffen, risen by the thought of going home with this bear of a man. 

    Still silent after a few blocks, and without any warning, the guy turns off the sidewalk and begins up the steps leading to a brick building. I watch him jog up the steps, his butt bouncing a bit with each step underneath his loose shorts. He opens the front door and holds it open behind him, as if he was expecting someone to be behind him. He turns around and looks at me, standing at the bottom of the steps. He smiles and looks at the ground, “Are you coming?” he asked, leaning against the door frame. 

    A million thoughts run through my mind before smirking and starting up the steps. What begins as a slow first few steps turned into a quick jog up the last several, eager to get to the top. Once at the top, I playfully tossed my shirt back into the guy’s face and slid past him through the doorway. I jumped up the stairs inside the door, skipping the steps, with him right behind me. A few nervous sweat beads formed on my forehead as I reached the top. He slid past me and began down the hallway. It wasn’t the nicest of places it seemed, but it wasn’t the worst. He stopped at his door and promptly unlocked it and walked in. I stood in the hall for a second, wondering if I was going to really do this. I glanced inside his place to my surprise it was much nicer than the rest of the building. I figured if anything got weird I could easily leave. I walked through the doorway and closed the door behind me. 

    His door entered into his kitchen and I leaned against the bar as I walked in. He stood across the kitchen from me, leaning against the counter. We stared at each other, and I felt his eyes scanning my bare torso and his wonder about whats under my shorts. His arms were crossed, and I stared at his thick arm muscles and his tattoos. After at least a minute of silent stares, I started to introduce myself “My name’s Luc-” “I don’t want to know your name,” he interrupted me. “I don’t want to know your name,” he repeated in a softer voice, “I don’t care about your name.” A little taken back, I asked “What will you call me then?” He stared at me intently, pushed off the counter and walked towards me. “I’ll call you boy.” I smirked and looked at the ground, blushing. “Well, okay.” He stood in front of me and ran his fingers through my blonde hair and down my jawline. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingers down my neck and into my tuft of chest hair. With his index finger he traced my happy trail down to my waistline and back up to my neck. “What do I call you then?” I asked softly. I could feel his breath on my skin, he was close. I felt the material of his shirt against my torso, then his beard against my bare cheek as he positioned his lips in my ear. “Daddy.” 

    With out a word he pushed my shorts off my waist and lifted me onto the counter, the cold granite chilled my skin through my long underwear. His mouth came into mine and we began to feverishly make out. His beard hair tickled my face as he pulled me closer into him. Our tongues wrestling one another in each others mouths, swapping spit and pulling the other closer into us. I was hard as rock suddenly, but tightly constricted in my long underwear. He pulled me closer as I wrapped my legs around his torso and he pulled me off the counter, him holding me. Our mouths never separating, he walked with me on him and before I knew it threw me onto the couch. “Take those off, boy” he said as he undid the tie on his shorts, a bulge forming underneath. “Yes sir,” I said submissively with a smile. “Yes Daddy” he corrected me. “Yes Daddy,” I repeated. He pulled his shorts and underwear to the ground and I struggled to get my tight long underwear off. He grabbed the ends of them at my ankles and with two aggressive pulls, yanked them off my legs, throwing me onto my back. I looked up to see his bare body, every sculpted muscle, every detail of ink, all the way down to his tree trunk of a cock that was standing straight out, pulsating. “Well go on boy!” he said as he wrapped his hand around my head and pulled me into him. The tip of his cock was so fat, I couldn’t believe the rest of his cock was like that. He wasn’t very long, maybe five and a half/six inches at most, but he was so thick it almost looked fake! I’d never seen a cock nearly as thick. He thrust into my mouth and made me gag. Thinking he would pull out, he thrust again, and again, until I was red in the face and gagging on his cock down my throat. “Careful Daddy” I said, before he shoved his cock back in my mouth. “Take that, boy!” he groaned, thrusting in and out.

    He spun me over, forcing me on my knees and facing the back on the couch. I felt his lips kiss my smooth butt cheek before a sharp *slap* filled the room. “Oh fuck!” I yelped, trying to spin over. He grabbed me tightly by the waist with his left hand and cracked my ass again with his right. “Hey!!” I yelped again. He wound his arm up again, “wait!” I winced. *SLAP* again, “no!” I winced again, quietly. The pain was so sharp, and growing with each clap. “Please daddy, stop.” I squeak, “please” I turn my head to face him, “please.” He raises his hand and with one fell swoop *SLAP* again. “OW!” I yell and break his grip. I spin around and face him. “I said STOP!” I said aggressively looking into his eyes. Without a pause he bring his mouth to mine and barrels his tongue through my lips. I break the kiss, “You can’t do that” I say very seriously, “that hurt!” He kissed me again. “That hurt what?” he said. He kissed me again. “That hurt, daddy” I squeaked as he pulled my body flesh against his, his cock jutting into mine. “Okay boy, I won’t hurt you anymore,” he said softly. 

    He spun me around and I felt his hands on my ass cheeks again, I started to take a breath to tell him to stop again but I was overcome with bliss. I felt his beard on the tender skin of my cheeks just before his tongue literally penetrated my ass hole and tasted my insides. Without a word he spread my cheeks and dug right inside of me. I writhed in euphoria as his tongue dipped through my hole and back out, then back in, around, and out. “Oh daddy! Holy sh-, oh my g-, what-, ahhh, how-, oh fuck! I could barely speak I was overcome with such ecstasy. Bent over the back of the couch, I closed my eyes and let him ravage my hole with my tongue. I moaned and groaned as he made every nerve end in my body ring. “You taste good, boy” he said before digging back in. “Mm, you like that hole, daddy?” I asked. “Fuck yeah, boy” he groaned, “I want that hole,” he spit on my hole and dug back in, “I want that hole so fucking bad, boy.” I let him continue, pondering the possibilities presented.

    “Take me, daddy” I moaned, his tongue sliding out of my hole, “fuck my hole.” I felt him stand up and position himself against me. His warm, soft tip circled the edges of my hole. He traced his tip up my crack and down to my gooch. He pressed on my hole with his tip, teasing me. “You need a good breeding, boy,” he said, “are you clean?” he asked as he let a thick wad of spit fall from his lips onto my hole. “Yes Daddyyy,” I moan and turn my head to face him, “take me. Take me now please.” Our eyes locked, and with the slightest push forward, my hole gave way and slid him inside. “Fuuuck!” I moan loudly. He was so thick that it hurt! He pulls out and spits on his thick cock. “Okay, boy,” he says, “just breathe” he says softly as he slides in again. “Aaahhh! Daddy!” I moan, feeling the head of his cock snake its way into me. Slowly he pushed deeper, and deeper spreading my hole at least a few inches wide to fit his thick cock. He barely thrusts once he’s in, letting me get used to his size. 

    He begins to pull out and push back in, then he pulls out a little further, then back in a little deeper. Soon, I’m able to handle his full thrusts inside of me. “Yes, Daddy! YES!” I yell as he begins to thrust, gripping my hips tightly with his strong hands. “Ahhh yeah, boy! Take that cock! Take that, boy!” he grunted as he thrust. “ah – ah – Ah – Ah – AH – AH AH AH” I yelped with each thrust. He began to pump his cock into my ass at lightening speed, just destroying me. I couldn’t make a sound, I couldn’t let a peep out, I couldn’t breathe! His cock was so fat it seemed like there was no room for air! He slowed down as much as I wanted him to never, ever, ever stop and pulled out of me. I could feel my hole gaping open, the air creeping into parts of me it hasn’t before. 

    “Over here, boy” I looked up, and saw him walking to a day bed beside a large bay window. I stood up and felt the beads of sweat trail down my back and torso, I was covered in sweat and had no idea. My ass gaping, I waddled over to him, my hard cock swinging and bouncing with every step. He pulled me into him and stuck my cock in his mouth. He sucked me off for a few minutes but I wanted him again. So bad.

    I pulled out of his mouth and pushed him to lay down on the day bed. “I’m in charge now, Daddy” I smirked as I climbed on top of him, positioning his cock to slide into my wide open hole. I slowly lower myself onto his raw cock and he groans as I move to sit down on him, forcing his thick cock all the way inside me. His cock felt like it had even more girth with him laying down. Once I got used to it I started to ride him good. I placed my hands on his firm pecs and withed my hips back and forth, back and forth, around and around, and back and forth. His raw cock pushed my hole to its limits as we both moaned and groaned. We got a rhythm going and he grabbed my waist firmly as my hips rotated around his cock. “I’m in charge, Daddy,” I said quietly as I controlled how fast he thrust, “I’m in charge.” He smiled and then laughed, “You’re in charge?” he asked. “Mhmm” I moaned, his hands squeezing tighter around my waist. “You’re in charge?” He squeezed me tighter, almost to where it hurt my sides, and raised me up off of him slightly. His cock slid out of my ass and I reached to reposition him. Just then, “I’m in charge boy!” he raised his voice as he slammed his cock up inside of me, clenching all of my muscles in unison. “AH!” I yelp. He holds me by the waist and absolutely destroys me again, yelling how he is in charge. 

    “I’m in charge boy!”

     “Yes, sir!” 

    “Yes, what?”

     “YES, DADDY!”

    “YES, DADDY, WHAT?”

    “YES, YOU’RE IN CHARGE DADDY!”

    He thrust upward as he pulled my body downward, and raised my body as he withdrew. Every thrust was his entire fat, thick, dripping, throbbing tree trunk of a cock piercing my hole (and possibly doing irreparable damage). My cock smacked against his abs with each thrust and my balls smashed against his pelvis. I couldn’t make out words, only sounds, as he fucked the living daylights out of me. Then, out of absolutely no where, I felt my abs flex, my balls tighten, my thighs strained, my cock stiffened, “I’m cumming!!!” I yell just as I shoot a thick white stream of cum right into his beard, then another onto his neck, and another onto his chest, then his abs. They were the biggest streams of cum I’ve ever shot, or seen someone shoot, ever. My body was numb, I couldn’t feel anything, I was floating, levitating above this beast of a man, or so I thought. “Ahhhh! Boyy!!!” he literally yelled as I covered him in my cum. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck” I moaned. He thrust into me at lightening speed again, so fast, so deep, so intense, with so much force. “AHHH BOYY!!!” he yelled. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced, I felt a river of his cum flood my asshole, up into my body, past my groin and into my bloodstream it felt like. He shot with such force I could feel it! I could feel the pulses from his cock with each hot stream of cum that shot deep inside me. He lifted me off of his cock and his cum flowed out of my hole back onto his cock and balls. His pubes became covered in his white, hot sticky goo. He pulled me back down onto his cock, the cum sliding him in gently. We moaned in unison as he thrust back and forth into me, pushing his cum deeper into me before letting it drip out. 

    “Good job,” he said, out of breath.

    “Good job, boy” I corrected him. “And thanks daddy.”

  • Matthew Makepeace – Made to Measure

    MATTHEW  MAKEPEACE:  MADE-TO-MEASURE  

    A  Homoerotic Short Story

    by

    Jason Land


    CHAPTER 1

    Matthew Makepeace laid his final brick of the day and, in his usual meticulous fashion, pointed off the excess mortar from the course he had just finished.  When Matthew had finished a piece of work, there was never any need to go back and point the joints as he always left everything perfect.

    Matthew is, as you must by now have gathered, a brick- layer; but he is not your average workman; no, indeed not; Matthew takes great pride in his work, so much so that at the age of only 21, he is now the overseer of two older men, both bricklayers, who work as part of the fulltime staff of a local jobbing builder, Burgess and Sons. Burgess, who has been around since the start of the century, is a well established family business with a good reputation to uphold.  Mr. George Burgess, the grandson (or perhaps the great grandson) of the founder and present owner of the firm and himself a kindly, elderly man, had been delighted to find someone as capable and dedicated to his work as was Matthew.

    We meet Matthew for the first time one Friday evening about five o’clock just at the work-day is ending. It is mid-June and the weather is magnificent and Matthew, like so many outdoor workers in the building trade has been working all day stripped to the waist. Matthew enjoys working stripped as he is, in his spare time, a dedicated amateur bodybuilder and for a young man of twenty-one, has a magnificent physique of which he is justifiably proud. Matthew wears a gold stud in his left ear and has had both his nipples, which adorn a magnificent chest of well-defined, pectoral muscles, pierced and each fitted with a small gold ring.  All in all, Matthew is what one might call picture book perfect. In word he is a magnificent looking young stud. 

    Girls look at him and think he is a gorgeous hunk, which he truly is; they wonder what it would be like to get closer to him, which is a euphemism for getting into his pants. Alas, they are wasting their time for Matthew is gay; from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes he has eyes only for other men. And it has to be said that men of similar inclination have eyes for him too; for he truly is a gorgeous young man whose undoubted charms any other gay would love to sample.

    But we need to look more closely into Matthew’s other physical attractions, in particular those which attract the eye of other gay men.  Matthew, stripped to the waist displays a torso bordering on perfection. And as he is somewhat particular about his dress, even the work clothes which he wears make the very best of his nether regions. And so, when he is on the site and bending down to lay a brick or pick up mortar on his trowel, any observer – and there are in fact lots of them – find  their eyes drawn to a beautifully rounded pair of buttocks, which have an incredible come hither look about them; they could not be more attractive to another gay were they to be emblazoned with the message: Come fuck me.

    But even more important than his butt, is what Matthew packs between his legs. Coyly referred to as a man’s endowment, even by overtly gay men’s physique magazines, the word actually refers to a guy’s sexual equipment. Now as we all know, a man’s penis and balls are, with his arse, the items of anatomy which are of the greatest interest to potential partners, male or female. But so very often men’s magazines, when giving a guy’s key features affix a number under the heading, endowment. This number, 6,7, 8 or even in some cases 10 or 12, is the guy’s cock-length measured in inches  But to leave this most important item of a guy’s equipment at that, defined by a simple number, is a travesty.  In fact, a man’s endowment needs a much more thorough description than a bald statement of its length.  After all, a guy could have a nine inch cock, but something that it would be more suitable for use as a pipe cleaner than for it intended purpose. I exaggerate a little as I am sure you appreciate; but you get the point.

    And so, we have seen what a magnificent physique Matthew displays to all and sundry when, weather permitting, he strips off at work, but what about his endowment? Well, the astute observer of which there are many, looking at Matthew’s trousers would see that, cut as they are to make the most of what he has, clearly hide a very considerable package of sexual potency from the public eye. In short, his endowment really fills out his pants very well and leaves observers wondering what it all looks like in the flesh: a very tantalising prospect indeed. But as the reader has no means of satisfying his curiosity, let me give some details of Matthew’s sexual tools.

    Matthew is as well equipped between his legs as is his body with muscles. He has an eight inch cock (soft length of course) which has a diameter of some two inches. So, he is in the happy position of having a really well proportioned fuck-stick capable of satisfying the most demanding of partners. He is, like most young Englishmen of his generation, uncut; his foreskin covers, almost like a condom, what is a magnificently proportioned cock head, set off from the shaft by a good, well defined rim; his foreskin is really somewhat skimpy and tight and leaves the very tip of his cock peeping through. In some ways it is n attractive visual feature, but as we shall see it does lead to problems. 

    But Matthew is exceptionally lucky in that he has a penis, that even when soft, does not just hang there between his legs like a child’s semi-deflated sausage balloon; it leaves his pelvis  more or less horizontally, before falling a in graceful curve onto his balls; in a word, our Matthew has a very attractive looking cock. One slight imperfection, if it can be considered as such, is that his balls hang just a little too low. But when he is poised for action, which he often is, his erect cock is ramrod straight, culminating in that splendidly defined head, tightly clothed in a shroud of skin tight foreskin is held proudly at 45 degrees to his well-muscled stomach. In short, Matthew ready to fuck butt is a sight to behold and, more often than not, renders the beholder green with envy.

    When aroused and ready for action, Matthew sports a rock-hard erection some ten inches long, but depending on how aroused and horny he feels when action promises, it can become considerably longer.  Matthew is very aware that he brings his exceptional endowment to any occasion and so, in order to render himself as attractive as possible when he is stripped totally naked, he patronises a gay barber who carefully shaves away all pubic hair and all hair from his backside.  No wonder then, when seen for the first time in all its rock hard glory, Matthew’s credentials lead to raised eyebrows and gasps of admiration.  In a word, Matthew naked is an absolute stunner and he knows it.

     

    CHAPTER 2

    But what else do we know about know about this stunning young stud? Well, Matthew Makepeace is an orphan. He was one of those unfortunate babies one occasionally reads about, who was dumped in a carrier bag on the doorstep of an orphanage.  Yes, that’s right: he was literally left, newly born on the doorstep.  He was quickly fostered out to an elderly couple, the Makepeaces, who were professional foster parents.  And it was they who gave the baby his name, Matthew Makepeace, and arranged with the social worker and the courts for it to be officially registered and a birth certificate issued. His exact date of birth remains unknown, so Matthew is possibly five or six weeks older than the date on the birth certificate.

    The Makepeaces, who had no children of their own, usually fostered four children simultaneously, but at the time they acquired Matthew, they were without any other children so that Matthew had their undivided attention. But fate intervened by the time Matthew was just over a year old, when both the Makepeaces were killed in a car accident. Matthew, who was still their only charge, was handed over to another foster family, never having known the people who had given him their name.  And thus began Matthew’s peripatetic existence, which continued until he came of age at eighteen. He was shunted from one family to another.  It was never clear why he was not adopted or for that matter why he did not finish up in an orphanage. So his entire life between birth and eighteen had been with a series of no less than six different foster parents.

    When Matthew was thirteen, he was settled with another family which fleshed out its income by fostering children professionally.  The Simpsons, for that was their name, were a totally unattractive couple and did the minimum to make their foster children feel at home. True, they provided Matthew with clothes, food, a bed and a roof over his head, but that was the sum total of the lot. Not to put too fine a point on it, the Simpsons fostered for the sake of the money they received; they had no interest whatsoever in the children in their care. It all sounds a bit Dickensian to say that this was happened at the beginning of the twenty-first century, but the fact of the matter is that that was the way it was!

    Age fifteen, Matthew left the local comprehensive school, the fourth different school he had attended due to his fostering shuffle; his foster parents pushed him immediately into a job with a local builder, Burgess and Sons, where, for the first time in his life Matthew felt comfortable.  His small wage as an apprentice was, for the most part, taken from him by the Simpsons, for once he started working, the council maintenance payments diminished, even though as a minor he was still in their care until the age of eighteen.

    His foster father, a heavy set, bull of a man who bordered on being a perpetual drunk, caught Matthew, as most lads do, jerking off in his bedroom. Matthew was fifteen at the time. Mr. Simpson went and fetched a heavy leather belt which he used from time to time on the foster children and thrashed poor Matthew’s arse to pulp. And that was the beginning of three years of hell for Matthew; he was regularly upbraided and referred to as a pervert by his foster father, who liked nothing better than to use Matthew’s arse for target practice with his belt.

    It was during these last few years with the Simpsons that Matthew gradually realised that he was not the same as most of the boys at school, with their never ending talk of girls and what they would like to do to them if they ever got the chance. He realised that he was not interested at all in girls but found himself attracted to other boys and young men. It was a gradual dawning that he himself was homosexual although it was not until several years later, when he was eighteen and had been three years with Burgess and Sons, that he actually had his first physical experience with another man. Had Matthew had the benefit of a public school education, he would almost certainly not have remained an anal virgin until he was eighteen. But boys at local day schools had much less opportunity to express their sexual feelings for one of their own sex than did their public school homologues.

    George Burgess, the elderly owner of George Burgess and Sons, took a liking to his apprentice, Matthew. He and Matthew became good friends; as good friends as an elderly employer and a young employee could ever be. And so it was that George became a sort of father confessor to young Matthew. Matthew told him that he thought that he was gay, which George just accepted as a fact: “So what,” he commented, “I’m not employing you because of your sexual orientation but as an apprentice bricklayer and builder. So what you do in your own time is your affair” But, in fact, George had a real soft spot for his young employee, whom he sensed was somewhat lonely, possibly because of his publicly undeclared, and as yet unexercised  sexuality.   And so over a period of time he managed to tease out from the boy the details of his somewhat unsettled life and the unhappiness he had found with his present foster parents, the Simpsons

    “You know, Mr Burgess, on June 1st next year, the day I turn eighteen and come of age, I’m out of their house and their lives forever. I never  want to see either of the Simpsons ever again.” This was said with such vehemence that George Burgess realised just how strongly Matthew felt about his foster parents and his life there.  “Don’t ask me where I shall go or how I shall live. But the day I turn eighteen I’m off; I’m not sticking around there for another minute.”

    Now George valued Matthew, even at the young age of eighteen, as an excellent employee: a young man who was quick and willing to learn and did not turn out shoddy work. In Matthew he had already discerned someone who in the fullness of time could take over the running of his business, for he himself had only a daughter and no son to follow him.  “Listen, son, look before you leap; don’t act in anger only to repent at leisure. Look you cannot just walk out on your foster parents with nowhere to go. So, here’s a proposition for you.  In our yard here, there are still the old stables from the start of the business in 1900 and above them is what the office was originally. It’s been unoccupied for half a century; there’s running water and electricity there and a toilet, as far as I can remember.”

    “Now if you want it, I’ll let you have it for free: no rent. All you have to do is to fix it up so that you can live there; get yourself a few sticks of furniture and a bed and you’ll be as snug as a bug in rug.  And listen lad, if you use your head, there is an awful lot of good stuff thrown away into the skips when when we strip an old place to renovate it; so, keep your eyes peeled and you will find all sorts of items which you can use to set yourself up, free of charge.”

    Well, you can imagine what Matthew did. He jumped in with both feet and spent all his spare time in fixing the place so that on that fatidic day, June 1st he could leave the Simpsons forever.  As George Burgess had suggested he religiously surveyed the stuff being cleared out from various renovation jobs in which he was involved and in a short time, he had accumulated a shower unit, a hand basin, several kitchen units and various items of furniture, including a full length wall mirror, which allowed Matthew to indulge his slightly narcissistic side; he liked to look a himself naked and see how his body was developing.  George watched in admiration as the young man installed all the items himself. No job was too difficult for him to contemplate.  By the end of May, the place was more or less ready to occupy.

    June 1st dawned and Matthew came down from his room at the Simpsons with his bags already packed;  he didn’t  really have much beyond his clothes so there was no problem with his leaving: no need to come back to collect stuff. 

    “And where might you think you are going ?” asked Mr. Simpson, “With your suitcases packed like that and without as much as by your leave.”

    Matthew replied quite simply: “Where I am going is of no concern of yours. But you are right: I am going and I am leaving this house forever; in fact, right now!  And as far as asking either of you for your permission, I am today eighteen years of age, and no longer need it. You no longer have any legal responsibility for me and I am free to do as I wish. And that is exactly what I am doing. I am exercising my right and leaving.”

    Mrs. Simpson said: “But you can’t just up and out of here like that; it’s not right after all we have done for you over the past few years.”

    “All you two have done for me, for the entire time I have been living with you, is to make my life miserable; but that is now the past and I no longer am legally bound to stay with you.  As of today I am eighteen years of age and you are no longer my legal guardians.  So good bye; I’m on my way; you will not see me ever again.”

    “You really are the most ungrateful young man, I cannot believe that you can just walk out like this and leave us high and dry.” said Mrs. Simpson.

    “Just let him go.” said Mr. Simpson.  “Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. And anyway, now that he’s of age, the maintenance payments from the council will stop. So let him go; we’re losing nothing other than an ungrateful teenager.”

    Matthew looked his foster father straight in the eye and said: “To be quite clear; you are not letting me go: I am going of my own accord to be free of you two. And as for your comment:  “Good riddance to bad rubbish,”  Well you express my sentiments exactly.” And with that final rejoinder, he left the Simpsons never to return. 

    So that is how Matthew, aged eighteen became his own man.  What his ex-foster parents would have said had they known where he was going to live and how comfortable he had made the rooms loaned to him by George Burgess, we shall never know. From that day on Matthew had no further contact with the Simpsons: that phase of his life had ended and his new independent life was just beginning.

     

    CHAPTER 3

    Free as he now was of the appalling Simpsons, Matthew’s life took a new turn.  He was acutely aware of his lack of sexual experience of any kind, hetero or homo; he felt sure that he was gay, although he was still both a cock an anal virgin. He was equally aware that girls eyed him; and what girl would not?; for although only eighteen he was already a mouth-watering sexual proposition to any young member of the opposite sex.  He began to ask himself where his true orientation lay; was he in fact, as he strongly suspected, gay, or was it just his fancy? Should he try to play the field and see what happened?   His life at the Simpsons had been a rather lonely one; he had not got on terribly well with his foster brothers and was glad to be free of them as he found he had nothing in common with them.  So the first thing he did was to join a local social club to get to know other young people and to enrol at a local gym.

    Matthew was very aware of his physical attributes and by the age of eighteen, he already had a well developed, muscular  body and some impressive sexual equipment . Anyone looking then at the young man, would have realised that as he filled out into full manhood in the next few years, Matthew Makepeace would be a formidable, sexy young stud. Matthew himself earnestly hoped that his cock would benefit from working out in the gym, for he, like many young men, dreamed of having a large sex organ. Somehow a large piece of man-meat equalled respect in Matthew’s eyes; and for that matter in the eyes lots of other people of both sexes.

     

    You could be excused for thinking that Matthew might have had difficulty in relating to people in view of his family background and his lack of friends as a teenagerl but this was not the case.  Matthew was a pleasant and kind young man and had no problem at all in making a group of casual friends both at the social club and the gym; and like many young men of his age, his mind was constantly fixed upon sexual matters; Matthew like so many lonely young men, masturbated regularly; but his dearest wish was to have sex with someone to lose his virginity.

    Things first came to a head with a girl whom he had recently met and found very attractive at the social club. She clearly liked Matthew, but then what girl wouldn’t for he was a gorgeous looking six foot tall hunk with blondish hair and bright blue eyes.  Carol, for that was her name, came on very strongly to Matthew and when she learned that he had a place of his own, pushed to see it; not many young men of his age managed to have a place entirely to themselves, with all the prospect for uninterrupted pleasure that potentially came with it.

    In retrospect, Matthew knew he should have known from the start that he was on the wrong track: backing the wrong horse. He knew in his heart of hearts that he was not truly attracted to the opposite sex; but he felt nevertheless, that before he abandoned the idea of women entirely and the chance of a married life with children, he ought to give it a whirl; he really ought to have sex with a girl and see how he felt once the deed was done. So one Saturday evening after dancing close with Carol all evening he invited her back to his pad. One has to say that she did not need much inviting for it was clear that she wanted to be in bed with a naked Matthew at her side; which is, of course precisely what happened.

    Carol, who seemed quite experienced (he later learned that she was considered by all the straight guys at the club as an easy lay.) took the lead and was all over Matthew, helping him out of his clothes. Carol had only one objective and that was Matthew’s cock and he did not resist her advances. But once naked and in bed together, disaster struck.  Matthew suddenly realised quite definitely that he did not want to kiss Carol intimately or touch her private parts as she obviously did his; and he certainly did not want to fuck her. Carol however, intent on satisfaction, persevered; but try as she might, Matthew’s  magnificent cock simply refused to play ball:  it remained limp. In those crude and cruel words, in this, his first attempt at sexual intercourse; he couldn’t get it up.  He practically died from embarrassment.

    Carol was no help either, for she was not one of the gentle types. She knew exactly what she wanted that evening was to be fucked; so when she did not get it, she was quite furious; she simply pulled on her clothes and left.  He was relieved when she never again appeared the club and he never saw her again. “I must have been an absolute fool” Matthew said to himself. “I’ve known for years that I am attracted men and not women so why the fuck did I allow myself to begin such a silly adventure to see if I could do it with a girl. It was doomed from the start. But what it has shown me is that I am a homosexual man: I’m gay: but a gay virgin; and now I need to deal with that.”

    Matthew was not exactly a happy mood next day at work and when he knocked off, instead of going back to his pad as he usually did, he went straight round to the social club to have a drink.  So early in the evening the place was deserted; but the bar was open, so got a beer and settled down in a corner to drown his sorrows so to speak. Another good looking well set up young man came in, got himself a drink, looked around, saw Matthew seated alone, came across to him and said:  “Hi, I’m Brian Hedley;  we don’t know one another but as you are alone, do you mind if I join you? This is supposed to be a social club after all?”

    Matthew motioned him to sit down, and introduced himself to Brian, who clearly wanted to talk: “Well Matthew, you look as though you have just lost a pound and found a penny; so come on tell all; what’s bothering you; what’s up?”

    Matthew was amazed at Brian’s directness. Here was a man he had never met, a man whom he did not know at all, but who was already asking probing questions. (It didn’t need an expert to see to see how Matthew felt; his face said it all.) Matthew was somewhat nonplussed by the bluntness of the approach:  “Oh Brian, it’s really nothing; I’m just feeling a bit low tonight, that’s all; I had bit of a setback last night which has left me a bit winded; but I’ll be OK; it’s really not important.”

    “Listen my friend, there is clearly something bothering you. Why not tell me what’s on your mind. You know Matthew, very often it’s easier to unburden oneself to a complete stranger than to a close friend.  We don’t know one another from Adam; so come on ; tell all; spill the beans; what the hell is biting you? What’s on your mind? Pound to a penny woman trouble I bet. Come on, tell all. What the hell’s biting you?  Just unburden yourself to me; it might help. And cross my heart and hope to die; talking to me is like talking in the confessional; it will go no further; that I promise you.”

    Just listening to Brian’s patter made Matthew feel a lot better.  Brian had an easy way and had, in spite of his bluntness, already made Matthew feel at ease. Matthew wondered to himself: “Should I cry on Brian’s shoulder or not? What do I gain by telling him of my catastrophic sex life; what sex life? I really don’t have one. My only attempt with Carol last night ended in embarrassment.  But what the hell; what if I do tell Brian about my failure and my uncertainty? What have I to lose?  Can he help me? Can anyone help me right now?  Oh fuck it, I may as well cry on his shoulder. It might help me just to tell someone what a failure I am; to put it all behind me.”  All this flashed through Matthew’s mind whilst Brian was talking.

    “Listen Brian, all this is very embarrassing for me, but if you really want to know here is the story.” And Matthew told his new found friend exactly what had happened last night. He went on to tell Brian how he thought that he was probably gay but had no sexual experience at all. “I know it sounds ridiculous, that I should have tried to have sex with a woman, knowing how I felt; but I just had to try as I here I am going on nineteen and still a virgin. I’ve never had sex with anyone, either man or woman.  What the fuck do I do now?”

    Brian was a great talker but he was also a good listener. “Listen stud; just imagining what you have to offer under those clothes you have on, believe me, you’ll have no trouble at all in getting all the sex you want.”  This he said with his eyes glued on Matthew’s well filled crotch.  “So what if you are gay? there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just a question of getting started. Once you are over that first hump, it will all come totally naturally. You know, Matthew, the human male cannot, in general, live without sex. He needs either a woman or another man on a regular basis.  Now let me ask you this; do you believe in fate?  I think I do personally, for I think that fate as brought you and me together this evening.”  Matthew listened intently.

    “Me, I’m a regular male. I have a regular girl friend and we have it off together several times a week; she’s as keen as I am; and for the record she’s one hell of a lay, by the way.  But, I have to tell you that lurking there at the back of mind is the nagging question:  “What would it be like to fuck, and in turn to be fucked by, another guy?”  I don’t think I am alone in this as lots of guys who are family men have the same thought.  And indeed, lots of guys who are happily married do fuck another guy on the side. So you see my problem? I would really like to have sex with another guy just to satisfy my curiosity.  Believe me up to now, I’ve never actually done it; but the thought and the desire are there, all the time.  So, like you I am an anal virgin, whereas you are a total virgin in that you have neither fucked nor been fucked. So I guess that you jerk off pretty often to relieve your tension; I know I would if I were you; in fact I still do; but I don’t let my girl friend know that she has competition even though it’s only from a five fingered lover.”

    “Anyway, to cut to the chase as one says; listen Matthew, why don’t we two do each other a favour? I’ll fuck you and then let you fuck me in return. We’re both anal virgins and a little mutual, how shall I put it, fuckfest, might do us both some good. You would completely lose your virginity by fucking me and having your butt fucked by me.  And I will have the experience of losing my own anal virginity to you, but at the same time having the pleasure of fucking your arse. That is something I dream about; what might it be like to stick my own cock up another guy’s arse and give him a good, hard fuck.    I can tell you Matthew, my cock is pretty experienced and although I have never ever fucked another guy, by the time I’d have done with you, you’ll know for certain whether you are a full blooded true blue gay or not.  I don’t like to brag, but make no mistake, if I fuck your arse, you will know you have been fucked by a real pro. So Matthew, how does that grab you for an idea?”

    Matthew sat in silence listening to this fantastic proposition and thought:  “I hardly know this guy at all and he is making me a most extraordinary offer: sort of made to measure sex.  What should I say to him? Should I tell him to get lost or that he’s nuts. But then I don’t think he is nuts; quite the contrary, he seems dead serious.  He sees me as a means of satisfying his own curiosity about male-male sex; but at the same time he sees himself rendering me a service in allowing me to fuck him, So, if I agree to this proposition of his, I will lose my virginity totally; I will have fucked a guy’s arse and, in turn, been fucked by him.  Now Brian is clearly, at least from what he says, an experienced cocks-man. He clearly knows how to use his cock on his girlfriend, or so he claims, so I guess I have to believe that he knows how to fuck; and is there all that much difference between fucking a woman or fucking another man’s butt?”

    “But, on the other hand he has never actually fucked another guy so it will be a first for him also. And like me, until I fuck him, if I can manage it, he is also an anal virgin. So it will also be a first time for him, but a sort of double first for me.  But what if I say yes and then, when we get to the act, I cannot raise the flag, as was the case last night. Suppose I am just too nervous; what then?  Another embarrassing occasion! But this guy is offering to take me on, sight unseen, no less, for my very first time; and for a full service workout: to fuck and to be fucked. He’s proposing a reciprocal arrangement; it’s not that he is just going to fuck my butt and then bugger off and leave me to pick up the bits.”

    “One day, I suppose or I should say, I hope, that I will find my feet and have a happy sex life like any other guy. If I don’t accept Brian’s proposition, then where am I? Well, I suppose I am exactly where I have always been. So ultimately, to get started, I really do have to find someone to have sex with. There has to be a first time for me with someone. And how do I find that someone? And if I ever do find him, will it be a two way exchange as Brian is proposing, or will I finish getting myself buggered and then dumped?   Anyway, with whomever I have my first experience it will be an act of faith. So what the fuck; Brian seems a nice guy so I think I’ll go with him and see what happens. The worst can be an embarrassing moment for me if I cannot get my end up and give his arse a return round. But anyway, as he will surely have first go, I shall at least be sure of getting my arse fucked; so that part of my virginity, at least, will be gone forever.”

    “So, Matthew, Come on; what do you think of my idea? Shall we go for it? It’s got something for both of us. And listen, it’s got to happen for you sometime, so why not with me.  Whenever it happens, my friend, you will have to steel yourself to take an unknown cock-up your arse; it really is as simple as that. So, Matthew, are you on or off? Are we going to do it? Yes or no?”

    “OK Brian, let’s give it a whirl.  But please don’t blame me if it is a disaster.”

    “Listen Matthew; just look on the bright side of things. You’re a great looking young stud, believe me I’ll try my very best to help you find your sexual feet. And hopefully I shall get something in return as I shall have satisfied my curiosity about anal intercourse.”

    “So, Brian, when do you see all this happening?”

    “Listen mate, there is no time like the present; so Matthew unless you have some other pressing engagement, why don’t we go for it right now?  Look Matthew, I’m foot loose and fancy free this evening, so let’s go for it. Listen if you want we can go over to my place. I live over the other side of town, but we can drive over in a few minutes. Or do you have a better idea?”

    “Brian, I don’t have a car; in fact, I don’t even drive as yet. But I live just a few minutes’ walk away, so why don’t we go there. You really know nothing about me;  I actually live alone and we can do what we want in my flat. There will be no one breathing down our necks.”

    “Lead on Mc Duff,” said Brian with a laugh.

    CHAPTER 4

    So the two young men drank up and set off to Matthew’s flat above the old stables at George Burgess and Sons. As they walked along, Matthew was tense with uncertainty, emotion, anticipation, fear of the unknown: you name it: Matthew felt it. As they walked along they passed by Brian’s car. He said: “Hold on a minute, sport, let me just get something out of the car. Safe sex is good sex and we need some condoms and I don’t suppose you have any. Anyway, I always carry a stock with me in the car as well as some lubricant, which we also might needs; forewarned is forearmed is my motto.”

    Of course, Matthew had never even thought of the fact that they might need some supplies to ease their coupling; so he was relieved that the highly experienced Brian was taking the lead. But he still felt very queasy in his stomach as they entered his place, at the thought of what he had agreed to do. But working on the principle that he who hesitates is lost, he screwed his courage together and he and Brian stood looking at each other in his living room. “So Brian, you are the master of ceremonies; what do we do now?”

    “Oh come on Matthew, don’t be so naïve; let’s get stripped and down to the business at hand.” And with that Brian, without the slightest sign of any embarrassment, started to strip off his clothing. “Come on, Matthew, get stripped and let me have a look at you. You know mate, I’ve been dying to see you naked since the moment I first saw you in the the bar tonight. You have to believe me when I tell you that even fully dressed, you look incredibly sexy. So come on, Matthew; reveal all and let me see what gems you are hiding down below.” he concluded with a laugh.

    Matthew was not all ashamed of his body or of is sexual credentials, but he had never before stripped naked in front of another man, or woman, for that matter. The other night with Carol, they had finished up naked in bed together; but they had got there more discretely than stripping off and gazing at each other. And so, Matthew felt somewhat embarrassed by what he knew he had to do.  But, in for a penny, in for a pound, off came his clothing and the two young men stood looking at each other for the first time.

    Matthew saw immediately that although Brian was a well set up young guy he, did not have the physique that he himself had, nor was he sexually as well endowed as he himself was. Matthew sighed inwardly with relief that is first experience of anal sex was not going to be an assault course with a monumental ram-rod of a cock. Overall though, he had to admit to himself that Brian was not an unattractive proposition; and he was already beginning to feel a vague stirring in his nether regions.  This in itself should have told him something about himself; it was the first signs of arousal at the sight of another man naked in front of him: an arousal that he had failed to register with Carol.

    Brian, meanwhile, was taking in what was on view before him and he saw a marvellously well-developed figure of a young man of eighteen; beautiful symmetrical muscles, well tanned by the sun with superb sexual equipment.  At the beginning of his young manhood, he was already sporting a seven inch, well proportioned cock. And as Brian was quick to note, this key male organ, as ever, was showing its own mind; and as he watched Matthew, his cock rose steadily to a perfect erection. 

    It was then that it suddenly hit Brian, like a ton of bricks; looking at Matthew as he now was he now felt completely different about him. When they had met just a short while ago in the club, Brian had truly wanted to satisfy his curiosity to see what it would be like to have sex with another man, and Matthew had seemed a good choice. But now, looking at him, Brian suddenly realised that he truly wanted to fuck this young guy, who was just so lusciously inviting; no longer just to satisfy his curiosity, but because he now was lusting after the young Adonis who was standing in front of him.

    It was at this moment that Brian suddenly started to question his own sexuality, for looking down at his own cock, he realised that it toowas telling him what it wanted to do; it was already rock hard; and he noticed that he was already in the moist state of precum. His cock was sending him a clear message that it was time to fuck something and that something at present was Matthew’s anus. Brian suddenly thought to himself: “Am I what I have always thought myself to be: a sexually very active, heterosexual male or do I have another side which lusts after other men?”  

    He had never had any qualms about being able to give Matthew his first fuck; the thought that he might not be able to get it up with another man had never crossed his mind. But another thought now came to his mind: “If I were a true blue, heterosexual male, would my dick be hardening at the sight of another man naked?  Would I now be raring to go, which I am? This is more than just satisfying my curiosity to see what sex would be like with another man.  Looking now at Matthew, I want to fuck him and fuck him hard; I just find this guy so attractive; I can’t wait to get my cock up his arse. If Matthew chickens out now, I’ll have to restrain myself otherwise I shall surely rape the guy. My god, I really do have he hots for this young stud.” 

    Brian started to ask himself: “Could it be that this is more than idle curiosity and that I have latent homosexual tendencies? Could it be that I am bisexual, sort of AC/DC, ambidextrous, as I have heard it referred to about men who like having sex with both women and men?”  Of course the deed had yet to be done with Matthew, but he already knew full well that he was going to enjoy what he was about to do. He only hoped that Matthew would get the same pleasure out of his first fuck as he surrendered his anal virginity. He told himself that he would do his best by the young man, even though he had no previous experience of gay sex to know what doing one’s best entailed.

    And then he realised that as the two of them had been looking at each other, Matthew too had become hard as a rock: his cock standing to attention at 45 degrees to his stomach. He thought to himself, “This young stud has nothing at all to fear. Just look at his cock; he wants me just as much as I want him:  he’s as gay as they come and by the time I’m done with him he’ll be raring to do the same to me. At least I think he will and I am really looking forward to surrendering my own anal virginity to this guy; to letting him fuck my hole. And what a beautiful cock he has; it makes me quite jealous just looking at it. As I told him it’s an anal first for both of us. The only advantage that I have over him is that I know how to fuck a woman; otherwise we are equal; we are both going into unknown territory; so let’s get to it.”

    “Matthew just listen to me a second.  We are both of us going to do something that neither of us has ever done before.  Now, I believe in safe-sex, which is why I stopped at the car and picked up the condoms. But look, believe me when I tell you that I am quite clean; and you clearly are as you have never had sex with anyone; so I was wondering, as it’s going to be your first time, if you would like to have sex with me bareback as it is called: without using a condom. In other words we shall fuck in flesh to flesh contact;  I thought it might be nice as a first time for you as you would feel your partner directly not hidden behind a rubber sheath.  So Matthew, what so you say?”

    In the brief few moments whilst the two studs had been eyeing each other, thoughts too had been flashing through Matthew’s head.  Although he also desperately wanted to lose his virginity, he suddenly felt very nervous about going through with what Brain had proposed.  He had never before been naked with another man and although he found Brian attractive, there was still that residual reluctance at the thought of what Brian was going to do to him. He said: “Brian, you know I’m not sure that I want to go through with this. After all it’s quite a big step for me and what if I can’t keep my part of the bargain?”

    “Matthew, for crying out loud; just look at yourself. We haven’t even touched each other and your cock is already looking like a smaller version of Nelson’s Column. Matthew; your cock is telling you exactly what it wants you to do; Look Matthew; it’s now or never for you.  Just turn around, lean across that table there and let me lube up your hole and my own cock and let’s get on with it.  Listen Matthew, I’m now so aroused, psyched up, call it what you will, about what I’m going to do to you. Now that I have seen you in the flesh, Matthew, I absolutely want to fuck you and if you try to pull out now, God help me, I’ll finish up raping you; that’s just how strongly I feel about you; you are just so fucking attractive; I don’t think you have any idea at all of what an attractive stud you are. So forget pulling out; just relax and let it all happen. If you like, think of it as you doing me a good turn.”

    Matthew finally turned around and did as Brian had suggested, spreading his legs to give Brian access to his all important anus, which was nothing more than a tight pucker deep in his crease of his buns.  Brian applied a little lubricant from the tube he had picked up from the car and then liberally lubed up his own rock-hard member.

    “Right Matthew, this is the moment of no return; here I go.” And with that he held Matthew’s buttocks quite firmly and proceeded to push his cock against Matthew’s anal sphincter.  Anyone who has had the experience of fucking a young arsehole for the first time  and particularly where the recipient is somewhat nervous about taking his partner’s cock, will know that here can be considerable resistance before the sphincter relaxes and allows the entrance of the partner’s member. “Matthew, just try to relax and let me do the work. I’ll soon be inside you and then all will be well.”

    And as happens all the time, the sphincter eventually yielded to the insistence of the cock and Brian was soon deep inside Matthew’s rectum.  Matthew let out a cry of pain at the first thrust, so Brian, who truly wanted his partner to enjoy himself, paused for a moment before continuing.  Brian, who had never fucked a man before, began reciprocally pumping his cock a to and fro; gently at first, but then with ever increasing length, speed and force until he suddenly climaxed and shot his load inside Matthew.  Matthew moaned gently all the time this was happening and finally shot his own load onto the table against which he was leaning. It is an indication of just how much each of them had wanted to fuck, for very rarely do first time partners, the fucker and fuckee, reach mutual orgasm so easily.  Brian withdrew, turned Matthew round and held him in his arms.

    “How was it for you, Matthew.” he asked. “For me it was quite incredible but I was not able to control my climax inside you. It was sort of a case of premature ejaculation for me, which should tell you just how much I wanted to fuck your beautiful arse. (Brian was allowing himself to use a term of endearment already, which was an indication of his changing feelings towards Matthew. Had he realised it himself? Possibly not; but it was there). But that was one of the greatest orgasms I have ever had.  How was it for you? Did you enjoy it?  You know that you are now no longer a virgin Matthew; so we have at least vanquished that demon.  And let me tell you that I shall be forever grateful that you allowed me to be with you for your first time; that you allowed me to rob you of your virginity was a real honour for me. So come on Matthew; how was it for you?”

    “We—-ll,” began Matthew, “I was shit scared when you finally pushed your cock into me; but thank God that you did; otherwise I would probably have gone on dithering forever. Anyway, it finally got me started and I have to say that apart from your initial thrust, which hurt like fucking hell and a bit of discomfort as you banged away, I really thought it was terrific.  I had no idea at all what to expect and when you climaxed inside me, I was really amazed, But even more so is the fact that I suddenly shot my wad  immediately  afterwards. And let me tell you, Brian, as  a guy who up to now has only ever reached orgasm by jerking himself off,  what I just experienced with you was in a totally different league. Frankly, now that you have forced me into it, I enjoyed every fucking minute of it.   But the question now is, are we still on for the sequel, which is me fucking you. After all, you have just taken my anal virginity, so am I going to get the chance to relieve you of yours as we agreed?”

    “If you think, now that I have seen that monument of a fuck-stick of yours, my friend, that I would let you off the hook without having had the pleasure of experiencing it up my own arse, you are fucking mistaken .  So now that you are over that first awful hump, which is letting someone in on your own hole, you will find the rest much easier; you will be in control; you will be doing the fucking and I will be doing the submitting. And just look at you; you were shit scared that you would not be able to raise the flag and here you are, still rock-hard right now.  So as I told you, your cock, that uncontrollable piece of meat which we men all have, tells us exactly what it wants. And let me add, Matthew, that it can decide to transmit its message of desire, over which its owner has no control at all, sometimes at some very awkward moments.  So, my guess is that as you become sexually more confident and meet other guys, you will suddenly find that some of them are sporting trousers which are tented at the crotch by their erections, over which they have no control: none whatsoever; and you, my friend, will be exactly the same.” 

    “You wondered if you were gay. Well let me tell you what I think. Look back to your trial attempt with your girl the other night. You couldn’t get it up because your cock simply did not want to fuck a woman.  Your cock is now telling you quite the opposite: that it wants you to fuck me. So, I am sure that you get the message; your dick is telling you that you are attracted to men; actually at the moment, to me. So, shall we get to it?  This will be a sort of double first; my anus is as virgin a piece territory as is your dick.”

    “Brian, do you think that we might try a different position rather than standing? Look, if you lie face down on my bed next door, stick your butt into the air and open our legs a bit, I think I could find my way into you from the back. How about it? Does it it grab you? I know it’s the way that animals do it, as I have seen dogs at it many a time.”  Brian nodded his assent and they moved into the bedroom, where Brian took up what not surprisingly is called the doggy position” Matthew found the tube of lube and liberally anointed Brian’s anus with it and applied a generous quantity to his own cock, which was still rock-hard and ready for action.  Then he knelt down behind his partner and made his first attempt to to fuck Brian’s hole.

    “Brian, it’s hard work, for your bloody hole does not want to let me in; and Brian I’m  pushing hard against you but their I no sign of any relaxation. What am I doing wrong?”

    “Listen stud, this is a first for both of us; unchartered territory also for me, for no one has ever service my arse with his dick before. So just persist and eventually I should relax enough to let you penetrate me?”

    And that is, of course, exactly what happened; the sphincter gradually started to relax and Matthew was able to give Brian the full length of his magnificent tool. In the same way Matthew had done, Brian let out a gasp of pain as Matthew forced his cock deep into his rectum; but he then allowed Matthew to thrust away until both of them climaxed.  What was surprising was the speed at which the two young men had managed to cum.  So often when two men have sex together, in spite of thumping away, they both finish up jerking themselves to orgasm. But with these two this was not the case; and when it came, the sperm came vigorously and in quantity.  Matthew collapsed onto Brian’s back and he lay there with his cock still inside his partner’s anus for at least five minutes, whilst they both recomposed themselves.  Then Brian somehow pulled himself from under Matthew and wrapped himself around his young partner and kissed him.

    Brian said: “Matthew, what set out as a simple liaison between was aimed at satisfying two objectives; firstly to help you to lose your virginity and secondly, to satisfy my own curiosity and see what it felt like to fuck another man.  Well, both those aims have been satisfied; but in fact, from my point of view, it has been an extraordinary experience, providing you and me alike with our first sexual encounter with another man.  But what set out for me as a simple act to satisfy my curiosity has turned into something much deeper: something which never crossed my mind. You see, Matthew, in the brief encounter we have had together, I suddenly realised that I was truly enjoying myself. In fact, to tell the honest truth, I enjoyed fucking you every bit as much, if not more, than  I do fucking my girl friend, And, going on from there, when you finally managed to share your magnificent piece of man-meat with me, I was in seventh heaven.”

    “So I guess what I am saying is that in fucking your butt and allowing you to do likewise for me, I discovered a side of myself I had no idea existed until just now.  In fact, Matthew, I have just discovered that I really love gay sex, which is why I now want to turn you onto your back and let me fuck you again in a more comfortable position than before, when we were both standing up.  It’s sort of the way a man fucks a woman and is usually called the mission position.” 

    Then, before Matthew had time to answer, Brian rolled them both over on the bed and finished up with Matthew beneath him.  Matthew, who and enjoyed being fucked just as much as Brian had enjoyed performing the act, did not resist. He too was in a  state of highly aroused euphoria: a feeling he had never before experienced.  Brian, who was still hard, raised himself onto his knees in front of Matthew, pulled his legs over his own shoulders, thereby having clear access to Matthew’s vital hole.  “Just hold your monument out of the way, will you,” said Brian, “Let the hound see the hare, so to speak, so that I can get my tool inside you again.”

    Matthew, who was still rock-hard, pulled his cock and balls as tightly as he could against his belly and Brian, who was super-aroused by the prospect of what he was about to do, without waiting, thrust his cock into Matthew for a second time.  The sphincter proved less unyielding than on the first occasion and Brian’s cock slid smoothly into Matthew’s rectum.  Matthew let out a moan of pain mingled with delight as he felt Brian serve him the full length of his cock. Matthew now sensed that this was going to be a much more thorough fuck than his first time and braced himself as Brian started pumping his cock in and out of him with ever increasing amplitude and force.  Matthew realised that he was now experiencing sex from a man who was very experienced, albeit with a woman. But Brian accomplished what was only his second anal fuck ever, with such vigour and panache, that anyone would have that this was his normal stomping ground.

    Brian used maximum force on Matthew and as he worked himself towards orgasm, he withdrew more of his cock from inside of Matthew at each stroke.  The whole  thing culminated in Brian completely withdrawing his cock from Matthew’s hole, waiting a  second before plunging his meat back inside Matthew and climaxing for the second time with a huge emission of cum which he ejaculated into Matthew in a series of forceful, uncontrollable  jerks. Matthew meanwhile had been holding his own tool well away from the battering being lavished on his butt by his partner but climaxed himself a few seconds later,  spraying his own stomach and chest as well as Brian’s torso and face with his own thick sperm.

    What was extraordinary in the couplings which had just taken place was that both young men had achieved mind-bendingly glorious orgasms without any recourse to any help from their hands. Very often both the fucker and the fuckee find that they need to finish off their coupling with vigorous handwork and masturbate themselves to a climax. But this was not the case with Brian and Matthew.  Some extraordinary chemistry had clearly developed between these two young men and they achieved that indescribably delicious feeling which the male orgasm brings with it, purely by use of the act of copulation.

    Both men lay face to face, Brian on top of Matthew; the two of them were bathed in Matthew’s sperm of which there seemed to be enough to float a small boat. When the two of them had recovered from the effort, Matthew look at himself and at his partner and said: “Jesus Brian that was one hell of a performance you just gave. Are you sure that you never fucked a man until this evening? You come across as a real pro, and if anyone knows how to give it to a guy, it’s got to be you. I’m an absolute beginner, but you really did take me to heaven and back and I just know that few men could have delivered what you just have. But you know what? Fucking is a really messy business; it’s great whilst it’s happening; but just look at us now; we’re both in a horribly sticky mess. Get a towel from the bathroom over there and let’s at least dry ourselves off. I don’t know if we are supposed to enjoy wallowing in our own cum but I quite frankly don’t.”

    Brian complied and both of them stood up and wiped of the fruits of their labours. Then Matthew, suddenly fired with desire, pushed Brian flat on his back on the bed and proceeded to do to him exactly what he had just experienced.  Gone was any of the reticence or hesitation which Matthew had shown just a short while earlier. He was still so aroused that all he wanted was to fuck Brian again. And, as Brian had told him; once over that first hump it all falls into place and becomes natural: as easy as falling off a log.  And Matthew, who was very well equipped with the tools of the trade, as we already know, gave a sterling second performance on Brian’s butt.  He fucked his partner with all the force he could muster and when they both climaxed yet again for the fourth time within an hour, they again found themselves bathed in cum: Brian’s cum this time.  One might well ask where it all came from; well when two healthy, young men get together and both want to fuck each other, then their bodies respond at an alarmingly fast rate and a seemingly endless stream of sperm is produced at each climax.

    Matthew and Brian then cleaned themselves off once again and, exhausted by their efforts, lay side by side in Matthew’s bed where they both fell asleep.

    Matthew awoke with a start and saw that he had been asleep all night and it was now six the following morning: a work day.  Brian, naked, lay beside him, still asleep. Matthew pulled himself out of bed and went into the shower where he was joined a few minutes later by Brian who managed somehow to squeeze himself into the none too large cubicle.  “That,” said Brian, “Was one hell of a time we had together last night.  You know Matthew that was some of the best sex I think have ever had; and believe me I’m not a beginner. If anyone had told me I how much I would enjoy sex with another man, I would never have believed him; but it is true: it was a marvellous experience for me. You know, what set off as an evening to satisfy my curiosity, turned into one of the greatest fucks of my life.  It has changed forever my whole outlook on sex; I discovered with you, that I really enjoyed having sex with another a man.” And with that, with no resistance from Matthew, he suddenly thrust his cock into Matthew anus as they stood there in the shower and fucked him hard yet again.

    “Jesus man you’re insatiable,” said Matthew laughingly, as they dried themselves off and got dressed. “Listen, I don’t know about you, but I’ve got to be at work by eight, so let’s go and get a quick bite at the café just two doors down and then I’m off. They open early for workmens’ breakfasts.”

    They ordered egg and bacon and tea and as they were eating, Brian said: “Listen Matthew, things have taken a totally different turn to what I had in mind when we first met yesterday evening. Look, I really enjoyed what we did together. In fact I enjoyed it more than I have ever done with my girl-friend and let’s face it, I’ve had lots of practice with her. So I was wondering how you felt about what we did;  I was wondering how you felt about us having an ongoing relationship, which is what I really would like. Could we perhaps see one another, say, once a week?  Matthew I really do dig you, truly I do; and I would like us to go on having sex together.  Man, do I love fucking you; and just let me tell you, as a beginner you have nothing more to learn; you handle your cock like a seasoned pro. It would be so great to build on what we have just started. So how about it? How do you feel?” 

    Matthew was somewhat surprised by what Brian had just said.  He had had no idea that Brian would want to continue what had originally been seen as a one night stand. But here was the guy who had helped him find is sexual feet and had shown Matthew that he was a true gay and here he was suggesting that they see one another on a regular basis.  If he turned down Brian’s suggestion he would have no immediate sexual partner; and after last night’s experience, Matthew knew only too well that neophyte though he was to gay sex, his future happiness lay there.  After a one night stand, he could not envisage dropping an activity which he had just experienced and enjoyed for the first time: gay sex was here to stay for Matthew.

     As Brian had said, a man needs to have sex; he needs to fuck; and to fuck on a regular basis.  If anyone had told him just now important that first time would be for him and how it would change his life forever, he would never have believed them.  But it had made such a lasting impression on Matthew, that there was now no way that he was going let go.  So he told Brian that he was willing to go ahead and establish a regular relationship with him.

    “But what about your girl friend?  What happens if she finds out that you are burning the candle at both ends? I mean, it’s no skin of my nose, but what about you?”

    “Let’s cross that bridge when we get to it,” said Brian, “If we ever do.  But tell me Matthew what is this place you are living in and what do you do for a living? Just look at us, we hardly know one another and we are sort of planning a regular liaison.  So come on, fill me in a bit.”

    Matthew then told Brian that he was an apprentice bricklayer and quickly sketched his early life and how he had left his last foster home as soon as he was eighteen. “You know Brian, I have no idea who my birth parents are or for that matter my exact date of birth.  My name, Matthew, my only Christian name, by the way, was given to me by my first foster parents, a Mr. and Mrs. Makepeace, who had they lived, I think would have ultimately adopted me as they gave me their family name and arranged with the authorities for me to have a birth certificate with their family name on it. But my date of birth is just a guess and I am probably a few weeks older than it says on the certificate. As for the Makepeaces, well I never knew them as they were both killed in a car crash when I was about a year old and since then, until I left the Simpsons six or so months ago,  I had been a foster child in several different homes and gone to several different schools.”

    “The best thing the Simpsons did for me was to get me a job with George Burgess, the builders, when I was fifteen. Old Mr Burgess, my boss allows me to live rent-free in that flat above the old stables at the builder’s yard, which is where we were last night. So, that is where I live and work from: the Burgess’s builder’s yard. Most of the time I’m out on a site; and now, looking at the time, I really need to get my skates on and get back to the depot, as we are taken by truck each day to wherever we are working and at present that is some ten miles away. But what about you?”

    “I see now why you are so tanned; I guess you work stripped to the waist in nice weather. I would do the same if I had a body as great as yours. As for me; well, nothing very exciting; I work in a travel agent’s shop as a sales clerk. I quite like it as I meet different people all the time. My girlfriend works in the mobile-phone shop just a few doors down from me; we met in the local coffee bar, clicked and became sort of an item.  I’m lucky as I get a commission on each sale I make, so I’m not too badly off and can afford to rent a little flat, which is where Christine, that’s my girlfriend, and I have it off together. My commission also pays for my wheels, which is handy. Christine still lives at home, so I say we are sort of an item as we don’t actually live together, although we have regular sex at my place. So, listen Matthew to firm up on things between you and me; today is Tuesday so why don’t we meet in the club on Thursday evening again at say seven and take it from there?” And that was how the matter was settled between the two of them.

    CHAPTER 5

     

    The friendship between Matthew and Brian blossomed and they became not only sex partners but good friends.  Matthew never really understood how Brian juggled his sex life, for he seemed to to spend his entire free time either fucking him or Christine. But things seem to work out OK.  With the confidence which his meeting with Brian had given him, Matthew now came completely to terms with the fact that he was as gay as a coot and decided to acknowledge the fact publicly. He went off and had is left ear pierced and a gold stud fitted. Afterwards, he looked at himself in the mirror and felt proud of what he had done.  The stud and its position in his left ear, had the advantage of keeping the girls at bay; without it, any of the girls at the social club would have been all over him, for make no mistake; sex was rampant between club members. But then, where is sex not omnipresent?  It is the fuel which makes the world go round.

    In spite of Matthew and Brian’s close friendship, Brian did not object to Matthew playing the field; but then, how could he when he himself had a girlfriend around his neck? A girl, who moreover looked like becoming a permanent fixture in his life.  So Matthew started going three nights a week to the gym, where he sensed a lot of the guys working out were gay. Aged eighteen, Matthew was intent on developing a truly muscular body and took his training sessions very seriously indeed. He discovered that after nine in the evening, the gym was frequented by men who trained practically naked: they wore, for the most part a simple cock thong, just to hold their man-meat in place whilst they exerted themselves; so everyone got a good view of their arses, Matthew adopted this style of semi-nude training and he soon developed a number of friends all of whom were gay; all of whom were dedicated to serious muscle work and, most importantly, all of whom loved to fuck.

    So in the course of a few weeks, Matthew, who was one of the youngest guys there had made a group of friends with whom he trained and had regular sex. He was happy: very happy indeed as he found he enjoyed the variety which having sex with several different men gave him. He and Brian still spent time together; but among all the guys he had me at the gym  and with whom he was now having regular sex, he had not found one with whom he felt he could cement a permanent relationship. And so three years passed; Matthew was not unhappy;  he was now the twenty one year old stud with pierced ear and nipples that we met at the beginning of this story.

    Matthew did not normally go the gym on Friday, for it was a good club night; but one particular Friday, for some unknown reason – call it fate – he decided to go and work out and thereby set into motion a train of events which was to change his life forever.  The first great event in his life had been his chance meeting with Brian some three years earlier; a meeting which had got him launched into the gay sex scene; but tonight was to be even momentous.

    The gym was deserted apart from one other muscular looking guy, whom he did not know, who was working out at the other end of the gym. Matthew finished off his routine and went to take a shower before leaving.  A few minutes later the other man entered and took the shower next to him and proceeded to soap himself up. Both men were totally naked and Matthew saw that his companion was about the same height and build as he was and had an attractively large cock: always an alluring feature in a guy, 

    He turned his back on his companion when suddenly, with the water still running, a pair of hands grasped his hips firmly and before he could resist, his companion had thrust his hard, soapy cock deep into Matthew’s anus. Matthew’s first reaction was to try to escape from this unexpected attack. But his companion held him firmly and proceeded to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into Matthew. Suddenly Matthew realised that the fuck-pole being thrust into his arse was very large and that moreover, the man who was attempting to fuck him was clearly experienced.  So although he was being raped, Matthew became philosophical and thought: “Well, what the hell; there is a saying which goes, if you know you are being raped, just relax and enjoy it.”   So he did just that. In fact Matthew, who was by now also a highly experienced cocks-man himself and had, in the past three years, taken countless cocks of all shapes and sizes up his own arse, now realised that the cock with which he was being assaulted was a quite exceptional piece of man-meat. Truth to tell,  he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling that this massive fuck-stick aroused inside him; and things got better as his unknown partner proceeded to give him probably the most monumental and stimulating fuck he had ever had.  Matthew, now also rock hard, found himself transported into seventh heaven by this unknown man.

    Boy, did this stud really know how to handle his tool; he took long vigorous strokes and as he approached his own climax, the force he was applying increased.  Matthew realised that he was in the grip of a highly experienced sexual operator who was fucking him to perfection; and he found himself enjoying the experience enormously. His companion finally withdrew, climaxed and shot is wad all over Matthew’s arse.  Matthew was bathed in a huge quantity of this creamy cum the likes of which he had never before experienced. He himself then shot his wad all over the floor of the shower.

    Not a word had passed between the two young men whilst all this happened, but when he finally shot his load, his companion said: “That, my friend, was one hell of a fuck you just let me have. Let me introduce myself; my name is Jonathan Hargreaves; might I enquire whom have I just had the pleasure of fucking?”  Jonathan then swung Matthew round, looked him square in the face and said: “Sorry my friend, but a guy with your attributed needs to watch out in the showers. Your arse is just so bloody attractive that I simply could not resist sticking it to you. I do hope that you don’t mind.”

    Matthew realised that his companion was a well-educated man, better by far than he himself was; he was well spoken and somewhat formal in spite of the intimate act he had just committed. Matthew now had a good look at his rapist companion and said: “Matthew Makepeace: delighted to make your acquaintance, albeit in a rather unexpected manner. But I have to say, Jonathan, that you really do know how to give a guy a good time. I’ve taken plenty of cock in my time, but never have I had an experience such as you have just given me. You were fucking marvellous and raped or not, I enjoyed every minute of what you did to me.” 

    Matthew now noticed that Jonathan had a cock as big as his own and that it was still hard. Jonathan also had a very desirable muscular physique,  By this time, Matthew himself was totally aroused and raring to go; and so he walked abound Jonathan, the water still running, grabbed  him by the hips as he had just been grabbed himself and thrust his own cock into Jonathan’s anus.  Jonathan laughed and said: “OK Matthew; go ahead; take our revenge; you deserve a return bout after the surprise I just sprang on you.”  

    So Matthew did exactly that: he went ahead and gave Jonathan a truly professional, hard fuck.  When it was over, Jonathan said:  “Well Matthew, you fuck like a real pro, which I guess you are.  Listen stud; that has to be one of the most original introductions ever. Come on let’s get dressed and go and have something to eat. Great sex always makes me ravenous; how about you. My treat, by the way: I know a good little place quite near here, so let’s go,”

    And so, in this totally unorthodox and unexpected way began the next phase in Matthew’s life.  Matthew of course accepted Jonathan’s invitation; and in so doing had the first visual intimation that he was with someone who moved in a totally different social circle to himself. He had already realised from the moment that Jonathan had opened his mouth, that here was a man who came from a superior background to that from which he himself hailed. This was now confirmed as Jonathan ushered him into his car, a Porsche no less, and drove off to that “good little place quite near here.” which turned out to be some three or four miles away! Matthew immediately began to feel uneasy, for he felt that he was out of his depth: out of the sphere of life as he understood and lived it. 

    But he had nothing to fear, for Jonathan, apart from being a kindly rapist, was an utter gentleman.  Luckily Matthew was a natty dresser and when they arrived at the restaurant he did not look at all out of place, for it was definitely up market.  Matthew had never been in such a place in his life, but Jonathan made him feel quite at ease and did not embarrass his guest as he quickly realised he really liked that the young stud whom he had just fucked and by whom he had then himself been fucked. It was as simple as that: Jonathan liked Matthew; and he also liked fucking him.

    Jonathan asked Matthew what he would like from the menu; Matthew, who ahd never been in such a luxurious place, said that he would take the same as his host. Then Jonathan said: “Listen Matthew, to celebrate our first mutual fuck let’s have some champagne.”  Now Matthew had never actually drunk any form of wine in his life; his knowledge of alcoholic beverages started with and ended at beer; and even that he drank sparingly; and now here he was being offered champagne.  But in spite of his lowly beginnings, Matthew was both well spoken and well mannered and he gracefully acquitted himself in what could have been an embarrassing situation.

    “What do you do for a living, Jonathan asked Matthew; and by the way, how old are you?” Matthew told him that he was a bricklayer by trade, working for George Burgess and Sons, with whom he had been since leaving school at fifteen and that he was twenty-one going on twenty-two.  Jonathan digested these facts without comment and said: “Well Matthew, we couldn’t more different, as I am now just twenty five and I am a commodities trader in a small merchant bank.   I went to a minor public school, where I can tell you I had my naked arse beaten and fucked by my classmates on many occasions; on leaving aged eighteen, I then joined the bank as a trainee. It turned out that I had a flare for the business and I soon became one of the top securities traders and as you can see it pays well.  I guess I’m what you would call a whiz-kid; so don’t you think that we two young, gay studs with such different backgrounds are lucky to have found each other? I know I do”

    “Matthew, do you believe in fate? I think I am beginning to do. Why were we alone at the gym tonight? If you can believe it it was only my second visit to that place and you were alone.  I think that it was fate which brought us together tonight.  Listen stud; let’s go back to my place and try to get to know one another a bit better and perhaps we could pick up again where we left off at the gym. What do you say?”

    Matthew did not really know what to say: he was totally overwhelmed by what had happened that evening. He liked Jonathan and they had obviously pushed each other’s buttons to a certain degree; but to be asked back to his place when they had such different backgrounds he found difficult to believe that it was actually happening.  But as Jonathan pressed his request and was obviously serious, Matthew thought to himself: “Well in for a penny in for a pound; what have I to lose? And and tomorrow is Saturday anyway; so I don’t have to work; so what the hell; why not?  Jonathan is clearly keen to have another fuck and I wouldn’t say no myself.” 

    So off the two of them went back to Jonathan’s flat.  He lived in the top floor penthouse of a newish block in the city centre. It had a spacious living room and several other rooms, a huge roof terrace and a magnificent view over the city centre. They had parked in an underground garage and taken a lift which went directly to Jonathan’s apartment, accessible only by a special key.   Matthew had never seen such a place: it was a young man’s dream, furnished with expensive modern furniture and with huge windows looking out onto the city centre.

    “Welcome to my humble home.” said Jonathan, laughing. “Come on, Matthew, let’s make ourselves comfortable. Come on stud: strip off and let me feast my eyes on you properly. It’s OK; we are not overlooked at all, so we can frolic around starkers to our hearts’ content.” And by way of encouraging Matthew to follow suite he started pulling off his own clothes.  The two young medn now took a close look at each other; sizing each other up so to speak.  They were a well matched pair; about the same height; the same muscular build and, most importantly, with a well matched pair of cocks.  Both young men were exceptionally well endowed in the man-meat department.  Both of them sported perfectly balanced rubbery cocks some seven or eight inches long, soft as they now were, Jonathan looked somewhat more impressive as his penis had been circumcised, and it had a magnificent head, set off by that all important rim. Matthew was uncut, but still nevertheless impressive and his foreskin moulded itself to his cock head finishing just short of the end, leaving the tip of his glans peeping temptingly through. Jonathan, like Matthew, clearly patronised a gay barber for he had no pubic hair to detract from the magnificence of his sexual endowment.

    “Jesus Matthew, you are one hell of a stud. Just look at you; such muscle and what a cock; you, my friend are just too luscious for words; you must see why I just had to take you in the shower back at the gym tonight; I simply could not stop myself.; you are just too fucking sexy for words.  And I love your pierce nipples by the way; they really do suit you.”

    Matthew looked on at his partner, whom he thought just as dishy as himself and a very fuckable proposition. As he listened to this eulogy, he observed that his cock was getting steadily harder and bigger as he was talking.  Jonathan then said: “Matthew have you ever fucked anyone “al fresco?” Look it’s a nice warm night why don’t we get together on the terrace. It’s totally private and I have a couch out there. Come on Matthew, I can’t stand the tension any longer; you just have to let me fuck you again right now.”

    Matthew smiled and allowed Jonathan to lead him by the hand out onto the terrace where together they copulated on the leather couch. Jonathan performed with great vigour and sprayed Matthew with another dose of his cum. When he had finished he allowed Matthew to put him on his back, pull his legs over his shoulders and take him again in the mission position.  Matthew was no slouch when it came to sex and gave Jonathan’s arse a monumental fuck. Later on, Jonathan took Matthew to his bedroom where the two young men spent the rest of the night together, fucking and dosing until they finally fell asleep.

    And that was the beginning of a long hot summer, where the two young men spent lots of time together. Matthew took Jonathan around to show him where he lived, which in no way diminished Jonathan’s obvious crush on Matthew, His demands were frequent and insatiable; but in Matthew he had found a willing partner as Matthew enjoyed their sexual couplings every bit as much as Jonathan did.  Matthew still kept in contact with several of his other gay friends both at the club and the gym and all in all led a very happy and fulfilling sex life. Jonathan and he enjoyed several group sex sessions with some of Matthew’s other friends. Curiously, Jonathan seemed to have been a loner until he met Matthew for he did not seem to have any gay friends whom he saw on a regular basis.

    Matthew introduced Jonathan to his closest friend, Brian. He had told Jonathan how Brian had been his first sexual partner and how much he owed to him for getting him started on what was clearly the way he was destined to live his life.  The fact that Matthew and Jonathan came from such different backgrounds and had such different jobs did not in any way interfere with their friendship and as time passed the two young men became ever closer together. 

    Jonathan was an absolute gentleman. He had been raised as such by his parents and education and it was not a veneer. Jonathan himself was acutely aware of the difference in wealth which separated him from his friend and he was very careful not to flaunt his wealth in front of  Matthew; if Matthew insisted, he always allowed him to pay his share of whatever they were engaged in, as he did not want to make Matthew feel like a leech or a sponger or; God forbid, that he, Jonathan, was buying him: Jonathan had developed very serious feelings for Matthew and he did not want to allow their relationship to be wrecked because of a disparity in their wealth..

    It was towards Christmas that Jonathan suggested to Matthew that they go away for the holidays to a warmer place. They has now been seeing each other for about four months but had never actually gone away or lived together. “Listen Matthew, I’ve heard about a gay holiday resort on one of the Caribbean Islands. It’s a place where one can go around totally naked if one wishes and is really designed to attract guys like you and me: studs with good muscles and big dikcs. It sounds like a great place to have sex and to drool over some other muscular studs. If you can believe it, when you book, you have to declare your cock size as they do not accept bookings from guys with tiny tools as they reckon that guys with tiny fuck-sticks might look out of place.  So, how about it? Are you up for it.?”

    “It sounds terrific, Jonathan, but I’m afraid I’m not up to it financially. Such things are way beyond my means.”

    “Oh fuck that; listen stud, I’ll give it you as my Christmas present, so it won’t cost you a penny.”

    “Jonathan, that’s very generous of you, but honestly, I can’t accept such generosity, as there is no way I can pay you back.  Jonathan, you must understand by now that you and I are not in the same league. Look, I can’t even afford to run a car, let alone fly off to the other side of the world on holiday; and anyway, I’d have to take time off work and I don’t know that Mr George would like that.”  The fact of the matter was that our Matthew had never actually left England and what holidays he had had in the past, had been spent on the English coast, with one of his friends at a gay guest house. Matthew had always been prudent and had never allowed himself to get into debt. Matthew Makepeace was one hundred percent his own man!

    “Look Matthew, I really want you to come with me, so won’t you let me just this once give you a present?”  Jonathan went on and on trying to persuade Matthew; he never let the matter drop until he finally wore Matthew down and he said yes; subject to his his getting an agreement to time off from work  from Mr. George.  In the event that was not so difficult, for the firm had decided to close between December 24th and January 2nd so that the Christmas week was free. Jonathan was jubilant and booked the trip which was a total package, travel included. And so it was settled; they were going to the Caribbean for Christmas. “What are we supposed to take to wear,” asked Matthew, “I don’t really have any holiday clothes.”

    “Listen stud; use your noddle!  This place is a tropical, gay, seaside, holiday resort.  Frankly I don’t think we shall need many clothes, but if we do, we’ll get some there, once we see what’s needed; do stop worrying, Matthew; just pack a few cock thongs and you’ll be fine This is going to be great; luxury suite for us: double king-size bedroom and separate sitting-room; so, if we don’t like the company when we get there, we’ll have our own snuggery and fuck each other until we drop.”

    Another factor had been weighing somewhat on Matthew’s mind: Brian. What would he think and now would he feel about his going off on holiday with Jonathan?  Brian was still playing both ends against the middle and he and Matthew still had sex regularly together even though Brian was still  fucking his long term girl friend, Christine.  But Matthew still felt he had a long term debt of gratitude to Brian, as his mentor in matters sexual. Things resolved themselves however in early December, when Brian announced that his long running dalliance with Christine was now to be formalised and that they would finally marry in mid-January.

    “Matthew, I’d be really honoured if you would be my best man,” said Brian.

    Matthew felt highly honoured to be asked but slightly queasy when he thought of Christine, whom he had met on a number of occasions.

    “It’s OK Matthew.” said Brian. “Christine knows all about you and me. You don’t think I have managed to keep that quiet for three years do you?  She’s a great girl and takes me and loves me for what I am: a bisexual. So, with any luck, you and I can still have the odd fuck from time to time once I get hitched.  I have promise her that I will not play the field anymore but she accepts that I will probably need to have sex with another man from time to time; and that man il be you Matthew.. Lots of married men do the same, as you surely know. So, where’s the problem? We’ve been together now for nearly four years and we are both going into it with our eyes open. She’s dead faithful to me, by the way, which is nice. But what the fuck, if she had it off occasionally with another man, I guess would just have to accept it.”

    Matthew had a hard time coming to terms with this relaxed attitude; he thought that they were tempting fate and that the whole thing would end in tears.  But, now that Brian had decided to marry, it lifted a load from his mind and somehow set him free to pursue his ever deepening relationship with Jonathan.

    CHAPTER 6

    The fatidic day arrived and Matthew and Jonathan flew off together to the Caribbean gay sex paradise.  The place was quite luxurious and had indoor and outdoor freshwater pools and a netted off area direct in the sea for those who wished to bathe in salt water. Their suite was everything the brochure had promised and for the first time Matthew and Jonathan slept together every night in the gigantic king-size bed.

    There was a well equipped gymnasium, which both studs used every day. It was a unique experience for both of them as there were no rules about clothing and the guests could exercise naked if they wished.  Matthew and Jonathan each wore a cock thong for their first visit, but these were quickly discarded when they saw that most other guys were naked.  Matthew realised that Jonathan and he, were among the best looking physical specimens at the resort; and most importantly; there was no one with such magnificently perfect man-meat as they had.  And once everyone had relaxed a little and got to know one another, there was a great deal of cross-fucking which went on as newly-made holiday friends explored each other’s bodies.  The resort was very much a no holds barred place and it was not uncommon to see two guys copulating in the public spaces. Sexual freedom was complete and total.

    There was a disco every might and guys danced and fucked each other as they wished. It truly was a relaxed and invigorating holiday: one where there were no inhibitions. Matthew had one hell of a time as it was the first time he had ever experienced such a totally gay and relaxed environment.  On New Year’s Eve, the day before they left, there was a grand party with special guest  appearances on the stage of professional  overdeveloped body and cock builders who gave a cum shooting show on stage to the delight of all l the onlookers.  The place truly was a gay sex paradise.

    Matthew and Jonathan, sharing the same bed for a week, became ever closer until that night, after a tight embrace, Jonathan said to Matthew. “Matthew, you do know that I love you don’t you? How do you feel about me?  Do you feel the same, because if you do, then I want to suggest that we start living together on a permanent basis when we get back?  I have never had such a good time or felt as happy and contented with life as I have since I met you and sort of raped you that night at the gym. That was a watershed for me. I found you that night and believe me when I say that I don’t really want to let you go.  So, how about it? Do you think that we two can become an item as the saying as it today?”

    Matthew, in fact, felt exactly the same about Jonathan. The two young men had clicked. They had found each other and seemed to have the necessary chemistry between them to make it work.

    Matthew said: “Jonathan there is nothing I would like more than for us to live together. But will it work? Look at you and what you do and our whole upbringing and then and then look at me and what I do. You’re a wealthy guy with a desk job in a bank, and I am just a working class bricklayer: nothing more.  Financially and socially you and I are worlds apart. I would not be here in this place tonight if you had not bullied me into it; but thank goodness you did, as I have truly had an absolute ball of a time. But just look at the future; you go off in your Porsche to your private parking space at the Bank and I go off to the builder’s yard and get trucked to the job in hand.  Can it work?”

    “Oh, fuck you, Matthew I’m not proposing living with a bricklayer. I’m proposing living with you, Matthew Makepeace, around whom my entire life outside the bank now revolves. Don’t you see that Matthew.  It matters not one iota to me whether you are a pauper or a millionaire. The simple fact of the matter is that I am totally in love with you. Now, how do you feel about me? Am I just a pleasant fuck: a passing acquaintance: or is there something more?”

    “Jonathan, how can you possibly think that the only thing which we have in common is sex? Yes, I have come to love you over the past few months and frankly, sleeping here in the same bed with you, even when we have not been fucking each other, has just been the happiest week in my life.  Jonathan, I absolutely adore you; surely you must know that.”

    “Well then,” said Jonathan, “So that’s settled; when we get back, you move out of your place at Burgess’s and move in with me.”

    “Yes it’s all very well your saying that,” said Matthew. “But I have to get to work every day. How am I going to do that when I don’t have a car? In fact, I can’t even drive.”

    “Listen Matthew, we’ll work something out. He who hesitates is lost; strike whilst the iron is hot and so on; the matter is settled; you move in with me: end of story! Don’t make difficulties. Any problems are minor; and anyway, bridges are made to be crossed; so stop being a pessimist; time will solve everything.  Now young man, as that is now settled, get on your back, because I am going to give you the greatest fuck of your of your life to date to celebrate our decision; look upon it as our engagement party. By the time I’m done with you, young man, you’ll be nailed to the bed tonight; you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Jonathan concluded laughing.

    And of course, as you might well imagine two young men spent the entire last night of their Caribbean holiday in the delightful act of copulation; an act that however often repeated never fails to give pleasure. It was for them an act of commitment; an act which somehow tied them together. The two young men were both equally in love and it showed.

    CHAPTER 7

     

    Once back home the first thing Matthew did was to tell Mr. George that he would be giving up the flat above the old stables which he had occupied for three years.  George Burgess said: “Well lad, you must do as best suits you; but you are not thinking of leaving us are you?”  So Matthew told Mr George the whole story of his, let’s call it, romance, with Jonathan and how he was moving in to live with his lover, but that otherwise nothing would, change; he no intention of leaving Burgess and Sons as he was happy in his job. “Well I am truly relieved to hear that.” said Mr George. “You are the very last person I would want to see leave us.”

    “Now lad, I have a surprise for you, this New Year; I want you to take over the running of the masonry side of the business; you already have the other two bricklayers under you, but I want you gradually to pull back from bricklaying yourself and take over managing the sites.  It’s what today is called a Project Manager; but it’s what my generation would call the Clerk of Works.  Anyway lad, what I want you to do is to train two new bricklayers, who can work alongside you to begin with. You can spend half your time as a teacher and half as Project Manager and I will help you learn the ropes until you can take over fully.”

    “It’s a big responsibility for a young lad like you; At any one time we usually have between six and ten sites on the go, so you have to have your wits about you. Work on the principle that  if things could go wrong, chances are that they will, So your job is to see where there are potential problems and stop them developing.  But I have no qualms myself, as I know you can do it. Now, as Project Manager, you will get a 50% wage rise.”

    Matthew was over the moon. He could not believe his good luck. Mr George asked him when he wanted to move out and Matthew told him almost immediately.  “If let me know, lad, when it’s all going to happen and  I’ll get one of the drivers to move your stuff over to wherever it is you are going.”

    “Mr George, I really don’t need my furniture because Jonathan, my partner, has a fully furnished place; so I think it best if I just clear my place here and dump all the stuff.”

    “No, no; don’t do that, lad; just leave the place as it is. Take what you need for your new place and just leave the rest there; let it stay where it is. If it doesn’t work out between you and your partner, which I sincerely hope doesn’t happen, you can always come back here. That place had not been used for fifty years until I let you have it; and now that you are going, it will probably never be used again.” 

    “Now, there is just one other thing we need to settle. You don’t know how to drive, do you? Well as Project Manager you’ll need to be able to drive as you will have a company vehicle to get around the sites. So in the next six months or so whilst you are switching over your job, the firm will pay for you to take driving lessons. What we will do in the switch over period is that you will go with me part of the time as I go around the sites myself. Then by the end of the summer you should be able to take over completely as you stop bricklaying yourself and I can put my feet up.” Mr. George concluded with a laugh. “Oh and Matthew; I am so glad that you seem to have found a soul mate in life. I hope it all works out for the two of you. It’s my view that no man should not live alone; he needs some permanent company. And in your case if it’s with another man and that’s what you both want: well, good luck to the two of you.”

    Matthew could hardly wait to tell Jonathan his good news and it was finally settled that he would move in with Jonathan at the end of the end of the week. “I shall not be bringing much beyond my clothes, Jonathan.” he said. “The other stuff in my flat is all that and anyway, fully kitted out as you are, we don’t need it.”

    “Now let me tell you my good news.” said Jonathan. “Since getting back, I have been looking at the bus routes and there is no problem at all in getting from my place to George Burgess’s yard: we are on a direct route.  So, you see, as I told you, things do have a way of arranging themselves.”

    And so at the end of the week, Jonathan picked up Matthew and his luggage at his flat and took him back to his place in the city centre.  That evening, Jonathan insisted that they go out to a slap up dinner together down town to celebrate. When they came back, Matthew’s first night of what was to be permanent cohabitation with Jonathan, the two young men indulge in a nonstop sex orgy where they more or less fucked each other to a standstill.

    And that was the last occasion when they used condoms when copulating with one another, for as Jonathan said, sex was so much better bare skin and as they were both clean, why not?  But he insisted that whoever was playing the receiving role wear a rubber just to catch the copious amount of sperm which they both seemed to emit every time they made love. “It’s just to keep the bed clean: I don’t much care for rolling around in a load of my own or anyone else’s cum for that matter.” he said.  And so that is what they did.

    But the abandoning of condoms in the interests of greater pleasure turned out to have a drawback for Matthew. You will remember that earlier we learned that Matthew had an uncut cock and that his foreskin was very tightly stretched over the head, which it did not totally cover, leaving the tip of his glans sticking through. Well, as time passed, Matthew’s erections grew ever bigger as his cock finally arrived at maturity, and the over-tight foreskin started to bother him now that he and Jonathan were having bare-back sex.  Firstly it was tight; but worse, when he fucked his partner, which he did very regularly, the foreskin had a nasty habit of rolling back on itself as he penetrated Jonathan’s tight anus, with the result that by the time he started fucking proper, his rhythmic pounding forced the skin into a tight roll, somewhat like an rolled up condom, which settled itself as an uncomfortable ridge-like collar directly beneath the rim defining his cock head. It was almost as if he were wearing a metal ring located just below the rim and it made fucking painful. And as time passed and Matthew’s vital organ grew to it maximum size, it became ever more painful to have sex without using a condom.

    Matthew had become aware of this more and more since the time he and Jonathan had started bare-back sex together. Wearing a condom as he had hitherto done, prevented the offending foreskin from rolling back on itself, but Matthew had found that he liked bare-back sex much better. The two young men were now truly and item and had no secrets from each other and so Matthew had no problem at all in telling Jonathan frankly, and with no embarrassment at all, about his problem.  “You know Jonathan I much prefer to fuck you naked: bare-back as it is called; but it is getting steadily worse; sometimes it’s so uncomfortable that I don’t feel like going on at all.   So what do we do?  I could always go back to so called safe sex with a condom, but I much prefer it skin to skin. So, what’s the solution?”

    Jonathan laughed: “The solution, my friend, you see every time we get together: it’s staring you in the face, especially when you decide to suck me off.  Just look at my dick: it’s been cut. In brief I don’t have any foreskin any longer. So buddy, just get yourself cut and the problem will be solved.”

    “But hang on a minute, Jonathan; I always thought that cock cutting was done shortly after birth; are you telling me that fully grown studs like us can still have it done?”

    “Bingo! You’ve got it.  Look at me. I had much more of that floppy foreskin than you have; mine totally enveloped my entire cock-head and then some. Like you, I had always been keen on developing my body and having a big cock; and then I saw in the mens’ magazines where professional bodybuilders pose naked, pretty well all of them he been cut: they were all circumcised. Didn’t you notice how many guys in that place where we spent Christmas had cut cocks? Three out of four I would have said; and they were all body conscious studs?  Anyway, to cut a long story short, when I was eighteen I decided that a guy looked much better when naked with a cut-cock, so I decided to take the plunge and had mine done, And I have never regretted going under the knife.  I reckon a guy with a good, straight cock, which finishes in a well rimmed head with no foreskin flapping around in the breeze anymore, looks great.”

    “And if you don’t believe me, just take a look at my lower credentials and tell me what you think.  Yes my friend, your foreskin has got to go; it’s as simple as that Matthew. And, let me add, that by getting rid of a piece of unattractive flesh, you will at once kill two birds with one stone. You will look much more handsome when you are stripped for action with your big cock showing  what has to be a magnificently rimmed head; but more importantly you will have got rid of the irritation which is causing you discomfort when you are fucking me me bareback.   Kindly note, Matthew, that I did say: “When you fuck ME bare-back,” as I don’t want you to get the idea that you can go bare-back with any Tom, Dick  or  Harry with whom you might wish to have sex; there condoms remain obligatory.”

    “Anyway, listen, Matthew, I had not realised that you had a problem with your foreskin; but your bringing it up has sort of pipped me at the post. Matthew, you are such a superb looking stud that I have wanted to tell you for quite a while that I would like you to take the final step towards perfection and get yourself circumcised.  So, there you have it; your lover is asking you to do something to please him but which by chance also seems to be a physical necessity for you too.  So, Matthew, how about it? Are you up to it?”

    Matthew listened to all this with a feeling of apprehension, for he had never realised that adult men could be circumcised and the thought of letting a surgeon loose on his own cock was frightening: very frightening indeed; he shivered internally at the thought.  “So you mean to tell me that you were not cut shortly after birth as the Jews apparently do systematically, but decided to have it done yourself aged eighteen.”

    “That’s dead right, Matthew. I did it entirely off my own bat and my parents don’t even know that I have had it done; I never told them. And I can tell you I have never regretted it. Look, I have a casual friend who is a surgeon; when I say a friend it’s a bit loose because his guy is also gay and I had sex with few times before I met you. Anyway, if you agree and sort of get your tool, how shall I put it? – made to measure – to please me, I’m sure he would do it.  It’s what is known as elective surgery. In other words if you want it doing in any reasonable time frame, you have to shell out for it. But don’t worry about that. I’m just so keen to see you get rid of that useless appendage, that I’ll foot the bill. Have it done to please me. You’ll just look so very much better once it’s done and sex will be so much better.  So, once again, Matthew; are you on?”

    “Look, my friend is top plastic surgeon in the main city hospital but he has a consulting practice outside and it’s such a minor operation that my guess is you won’t even have to go into hospital for it; he’ll do it, as he did me: in his surgery.  And listen; don’t get the idea that it will hurt; it’s all done under a local anaesthetic and the whole think only takes a few minutes.  One quick cut with the knife and it’s all over. Of course, you will be a bit sore for a week or so and you will have to forgo the pleasure of fucking my arse for that period. I appreciate that you will doubtless feel deprived of what you see as your right; but, alas, that you will have to endure. But don’t despair; I’ll look, after your sex life for you. Your backside will be the focus of all my attention whilst you are recovering.  So, once again, Matthew; are you on?” Jonathan ended his monologue with a laugh.

    “My god, Jonathan, you are real glib and persuasive talker, So, OK, as you push me to it; I’ll have it done. How do we go about it?”

    “Just leave it to me: I’ll get my friend to do it one Saturday and then you’ll have the Sunday to rest before going back to work. And I shall not throw you to the dogs alone; I’ll come and hold your hand while he does it. But listen Matthew; joking apart, you really have made the right decision. Sex will just be so much better for you and for me, with your made to measure cock.”

    CHAPTER 8

    Matthew was really dithery when the appointed day with the surgeon arrived.  He quite felt like chickening out of the whole deal, but Jonathan put on what might be called his “tower of strength” mode and packed Matthew into his Porsche and off they went to what Matthew had come to think of as “the cutting room.”  The surgeon did not look much older than either of them. Matthew told him that he wanted Jonathan to stay there whilst the deed was being done, to which the surgeon, whom Matthew only knew as Paul, agreed.

    Paul had Matthew strip off completely and lie on an operating table in his surgery and started to examine Matthew’s cock.  “Oh yes, I can see why you need to get rid of that foreskin. It is much too tight and if you leave it you will have problems with your sex life for evermore; Jonathan is quite right in that it has got to go, And let me tell you Matthew, that with the physique and cock you have, you will also look much better with a cut cock whenever you strip off. And speaking as a guy with a cut dick myself, I can tell you that gay sex is much better. The foreskin really does get in the way as a gay sex is a much tighter business than male-female sex.  So shall we go ahead then?  And there is just another thing which no one has mentioned. In my view your balls are a bit low hanging; you might find it better if your scrotum were tightened up so that it held your nuts tighter beneath your cock.  It will look a lot better aesthetically; and from the practical point of view, when you fuck your partner, your balls won’t be flapping around loosely.  Look here is a photo of a guy which shows you exactly what I mean. So shall we begin; I’ll circumcise you and take a piece out of your scrotum so that your balls are held higher?”

    The idea of raising his balls to fit snugly below his cock had never occurred to Matthew; like most of us, he had no idea that such a thing was possible; but he had long thought that his nuts were a bit low; and so he decided to go for what one might call the full enchilada.  “OK Paul,” he said, “But I don’t want to finish up with a cobbled together ball bag; how will it look when you have done?”

    “Matthew you won’t see a thing as the skin will be removed from the rear; and anyway, I re-stitch things very carefully so that there is practically no scarring. Look again at the photo I just showed you. The guy, whose cock you see there, is a patient whose cock I circumcised and whose balls I raised; I think he looks terrific; don’t you?”

    The naked Matthew now lay waiting on the operating table.  The surgeon first of all lathered up his crotch and removed what little pubic hair which had grown since Matthew’s last visit to his gay barber. He also had Matthew turn over so that he could clear all hair away from his arse area.  Then with Matthew flat on his back again, he liberally swabbed the whole of Matthew’s lower anatomy with an antiseptic fluid,  Then, ready to begin, he gave Matthew an injection which effectively anaesthetised both cock and balls, followed by a further injection to prevent him having an erection whilst he operated on his cock. “I don’t want to cut into a balloon full of blood,” explained Paul; “So I need your cock to remain soft throughout.”

    Paul pushed a plastic tube over the head of Matthew’ cock, sliding it beneath the doomed foreskin and the cock head itself. He pushed the tube down until it would go no farther, thereby defining the limit of the foreskin, which he marked with a black medical marker pen.  This preparation done, he picked up the scalpel: Matthew cringed in fright as he saw the scalpel approach his cock. Paul started by making a cut down the length of the offending foreskin as far as the line he had drawn and then quickly cut away the unwanted flesh of the foreskin in one simple and quick move.  The whole operation was over in about one minute and a rectangular piece of foreskin was thrown into the waste dish. The cock-head was now fully exposed in all its glory, set off from the shaft by that well defined rim which had always been visible even when sheathed in the now departed skin.  Curiously, there was not too much blood and the surgeon quickly sewed together the two edges of the cut.  Paul was clearly an expert, as his cut had left no vestige of the offending foreskin still attached to the cock shaft itself. The cock already looked magnificent with its superb head now well defined and no longer hidden.  It was a very clean cut and Matthew realised just how much better he looked. Jonathan had been right to encourage him to the plunge and he was already thinking of how much more comfortable it would ne when he fucked his partner. And moreover, he had felt no pain at all.

    But the operation was still incomplete. Paul had Matthew stand up and then made an incision in the back of his scrotum, removed a slice of flesh and sewed together the two ends. Immediately Matthew’s cock and ball combination took on a new aspect; gone were the pendulous balls and they now sat in their bag snugly beneath his cock which with its natural rubbery quality, draped itself in a graceful downwards curve over his balls.  Jonathan looked at his partner and said: “Matthew, you look absolutely terrific, even with your stitches showing; you really do have a peach of a fuck-stick; I can barely wait to see what it feels like.”

    Paul now gave Matthew instructions on how to look after his wounds for the first week.  He gave him some pills to take to ward of any infection and provided him with a padded sheath which fitted over the cock itself, but left the tip open so that he could piss.  His scrotum was also enveloped in a padded bag-like bandage, which was attached by a loose cord around its neck. And so, Matthew, minus his foreskin and a bit of his scrotum, went back home with Jonathan.

    Paul said: “I want you here again next Saturday, at the same time and I will remove the stitches. Now this week, just hold that beast inside you in check and don’t even think of having sex.  Your cock and scrotum need two weeks to heal, which they will. So, Matthew you’ll just have to be content and let Jonathan tend to the needs of your arse for the next two weeks; but strictly no cock work from you. And you Jonathan, if you cannot go without some anal therapy for a couple of weeks, then you’ll just have to find someone else to serve you. Matthew must not do it; so Jonathan, just don’t push him.  After that, Matthew, you will be free to resume your normal sex life, which I suspect might be gruelling, as you are a sexy looking pair. I don’t know you personally, Matthew, but I have had some experience with our friend Jonathan  and I know what he is capable of; he’s quite a stud as I guess are you.” And with that he ended with a laugh.

    Matthew and Jonathan drove home. Jonathan said to Matthew: “You see, it was really not painful at all, was it? And Paul spotted that your balls were too low and corrected that as well.  I reckon you will look, absolutely stunning stripped naked once you are fully healed.  Anyway, why don’t we take it easy for this coming week and refrain from any kind of sex?”

    “Do you think that you can go that long, Jonathan, without wanting to fuck my butt. Come on pal; you’ll last two days at most and then you’ll be wanting to fuck me as ever.”

    But in fact, Jonathan was able to refrain from sex with his partner, not only for the first week, but also for the week following.  They went together to see Paul the following Saturday and the stitches came out. Paul declared he satisfied with the healing process and spent a long time admiring his handiwork.  And so, it was not until two weeks after Matthew had had his cock cut and balls raise that he and Jonathan again took up their usually sex schedule. To paraphrase a well known expression; in this case it was abstinence that made the heart grow fonder and when the two young men took up their sexual activity it was with vigour and application which defy description: it was as if gay male sex was going out of style.

    “By the way, Jonathan, if I might ask; how much did that little business actually cost?”

    “Well, Matthew, I’m really glad you brought that up because Paul has offered to do the job for free; but there is catch.  Paul is really taken with you; with both of us in fact. I told you that I had had sex with him a few times before we met; he’s a great guy and a really good fuck; and like us he’s as gay as a coot; but he does not have the cock length and girth we two have, which makes him weak on the return; I’ve fucked him a few times: It’s OK, but it is nothing to write home about.  Anyway, Paul told me whilst you were dressing that he is really impressed with you and he sees why we are an item as we are both very well endowed where it counts. He thinks that not many guys can hold a candle to you and me when it comes to cock. He’s also sure that you made the right decision in getting yourself cut; and now that it’s done, he really digs the way you now look. He thinks also, that he too has done a real good job and I think he would like to see you in action.”

    “So where is all this going?”  Matthew asked.

    “Well I’m coming to that; Paul is willing to do the job for no charge but he would like you to fuck him.  In fact, what the really would like is for the three of us to get together and have a sort of mini-fuckfest; my impression is that the poor guy is just not getting enough of it. But I think also he would like to sample your dick up his own arse as he feels that he had done a really good job on it.  So if you were to fuck him it would sort of confirm that you were satisfied with his work. So, Matthew, what do you think?  It’s nothing I ever envisaged; it came as a bolt out of the blue when he made this suggestion. But if you want, I’ll pay him as I said I would when I pushed you into this business.”

    “Jonathan, why don’t we take him up on his suggestion and get together, the three of us; I have no objection at all. Look here Jonathan; we two are an item, but we still like to have sex with other guys from the gym and the social club. So it’s not as if we had shut ourselves off from the outside world when in fact we are still very much in it. It’s just that now we do things together rather than as individuals; so where’s the difference? Paul is just another guy. OK he’s a top surgeon and I suppose he should not have liaison with his patients; but I am no longer a patient, so where’s the problem? In fact I’m all for it;  I like a bit of variety; and I quite like Paul. So if he wants to sample my wares, so be it: I have no objection and will give his arse my very best attention with my made-to-measure  equipment; and if he wishes he can give me a return bout; I’d have no objection at all to that. So, Jonathan, let’s get on with it.”

    Paul was delighted when he learned via Jonathan that they would all get together. The following Friday evening, the three young men met in Jonathan’s flat where he had laid on a buffet supper with champagne to celebrate the occasion.  “I thought we could celebrate the re-launching of Matthew with his made-to-measure cock back into the gay sex circuit.  Paul, what we suggest is that tonight we have bare back sex together as I think that we are all clean, but correct me if I am wrong.  And Paul, this you may find hard to believe, but we have had no sex between us since the operation which is now nearly three weeks ago. So you are being honoured as the first person to sample Matthew’s cock since the operation.”

    The three young men then stripped off and Matthew saw Paul for that first time. It was true he did not measure up to his two companions for the evening; but he was not wimp either.  So Matthew pushed Paul over a chair lubed him up and gave him a welcome pump of three strokes of his ten inch cock,; he made sure that he gave Paul the benefit of the full length of his monumental piece of man-meat. This was followed by the same gesture from Jonathan and then the two guys asked Paul to do the same for them, which he did.  After that intimate introduction, Paul said: “Gee you guys, that was an amazing welcoming method. It truly gets the evening off to a great start.  And Matthew, I really loved the feel of your tool up my arse; my god, man, you are so very lucky to have such a magnificent fuck-stick at your disposal. I can’t wait until you truly give it to me: hard and long.”

    By this time, all three guys had become totally relaxed with one another; so Matthew then fulfilled Paul’s most earnest wish and gave his hole a long, slow but forceful fuck with his remodelled cock.  He himself realised now just how much better anal sex was without that annoying bit of foreskin; and he appreciated what Paul had done for him in raising his balls; cock and balls now seemed united as one glorious implement and with it Matthew now fucked the living daylights out of Paul. When he finally reached orgasm he was delighted to see that his new partner exploded in a huge ejaculation of cream at the same time. Not only was penetration more easily accomplished, but the whole process of fucking, which involves a reciprocating motion of ever increasing length and force was infinitely more satisfactory.

    Paul, who had gasped with delight as Matthew increased his strokes which he delivered with ever more forceful thrusts, finally swung himself round and literally hung himself around Matthew’s neck, his legs wrapped around his waist and presented  his anus to Matthew. “My god, Matthew that was one hell of a fuck you just gave me. Now, go on and take me again just as I am in this position.”  Matthew managed to thrust his cock into Paul’s anus yet again from the virtually vertical position into which he had just been manoeuvred and gave Paul a second dose of his cock. Paul’s second climax came fairly quickly and his sperm was just as prolific as the first time; he bathed the both of them in what seemed like an endless stream of creamy white fluid. “Matthew,” said Paul, “You really are one of the greatest cocks-men of all time. You have just given me my two finest fucks ever, for which I shall always be infinitely grateful to you.  I cannot recall any occasion which I have enjoyed quite so much,”

    Jonathan had looked on in amazement at the vigorous way in which Matthew has serviced Paul’s obvious needs. When the two protagonists had regained their cool, as it were, Jonathan asked Paul if he would like to exercise his own meat on one of his companions.  “Listen Paul, what we could do; you could fuck me in the doggy position and then Matthew could fuck your hole again at the same time so that the three of us could have a sort of chain fuck” And that is exactly what they did, after which the rest of the evening was spent in free style copulation, where each stud fucked one or other of his companions at will.

    It turned out to be a very relaxed and satisfying evening for all three young men: and Matthew saw when Paul fucked him, that although he had not got the same length as he himself had, he was, nonetheless, a very nifty cocks-man; Paul certainly knew out to make the most of his assets and had nothing at all to be ashamed of. He finally left the party just after midnight and said: “Guys, that was one of the best evenings of top quality, hard core sex I have had in a long time; you two guys are both amazing; thank you so very much.”

    Left alone, Jonathan said to Matthew: “Well mate; that was not at all a bad evening.”

    Matthew came up to his partner who was standing at the foot of the bed, with his back to it; he placed his hand flat on Jonathan’s chest and pushed him flat on his back, knelt before him, pulled his partner’s legs over his shoulders and prepared to shaft him yet again. “You reckon that was a good evening, do you Jonathan, well let me just tell you my friend, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Matthew Makepeace with his made to measure fuck-stick and balls, is going to treat you to just the longest and greatest fuck your hole has ever experienced. Believe me when I say that by the time I bring you to a climax, you are going to shoot enough cum to float a battleship; so brace yourself, Jonathan, for the fuck of a lifetime!”

    And that is where we leave our two heroes: two magnificent specimens of young manhood, totally committed to each other, with Matthew just about to give his life-partner, Jonathan, hole some very special attention with his newly minted fuck-stick. The two guys had a relationship made in heaven

    THE END


    Author’s note:  I know I tend to write long pieces, but that is my style: like it or loath it. Don’t hold back with your comments as I write for my own pleasure and equally for your pleasure and amusement as readers.

    As it is now, this story has been conceived as a “standalone” piece. However if it captures readers’ imaginations, I might try to write a sequel.

    But you, the readers, are a fickle lot, at least judged by the erraticnumber of hits of my stories. Of course I have no idea whether a hit means that that person actually read the story or not.

    My story “Gay Sex for Gregory” when first posted on a site I have long ago abandoned, had a total of  13,590 hits, of which there were an incredible 5,300 on the first day of posting. Encouraged by this reception, I went on to write a sequel: “Sex Agogo for Gregory”, which has achieved only 2036 hits since mid December 2015. Why? Ask me not. I think the second story is just as good as the first; but why so few readers? But how do readers decide what they are going to read? I personally have no idea waht the answer to this question is

    My all time winner is the tale: “Sultan Tariq Omar’s Male Harem” which includes gay sex, corporal punishment and gruesome executions in ancient Arabia.  For some reason this story captured people’s imagination and I have had a total of about 35,000 readers to date. And it is this tale which is exceptionally, pure unadulterated  fantasy, as I usually try to write so that what I describe could just be true; but this Arabian piece is totally implausible; yet lots of people read it; Why; and what attracted them to it.. I will post it here on GayDemon sometime in the future, when I have had time to revise it.

    So please don’t be shy. Tell me what you think, even if it is just to say it’s all a load of rubbish. I shall not be offended; and I will reply to every comment. You can address your remarks to

    jason2land @gmail.com

    and I promise I will reply to all of them.

    J. Jason Land

    The big problem facing us authors is to find a plausible story line.  So many pieces on this and many other sites really have no story at all, which I find a pity. I need a good story line on which to hang the gay sex action which is an all important component of this type of gay male tale. However, if a story is reduced to nothing more than detailed descriptions of the sex act, then I am afraid I find it boring. If that is what readers want, then I regret, but I have to be “included out” as the saying goes.  But, of course it may well be precisely that that many readers find interesting. Who knows?

    J. Jason Land.

    March 2 2018


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  • The Dream

    Ever since moving here, night hasn’t been my best friend.  I lie in bed with my eyes open, staring at a figure that sits at the foot of my bed with glowing red eyes and the smell of cigars flowing off his breath.  He’s dressed in a shirt and tie I believe. I know it’s a suit, I just can’t tell what kind. He smiles at me. I can’t really make out that he’s smiling, I know he’s smiling.

    “Foolish white boys, with their foolish games,” he says as he sits there. He takes another puff of his cigar, props his feet up on my bed, and lets out a sigh as if he’s bored with me. He’s never bored of me. In fact, he does this every night. And I know it’s a he because his husky voice is indistinguishable to anyone else’s.

    “First, you take over my domain…make it ‘pretty’ for your plastic families…kicking mine to the gutter,” he begins as he waves around his cigar “, and then you open my family’s book…start messing around with things you couldn’t possibly understand for shits and giggles.” He leans in towards me. I’m frozen in fear. Actually, I can’t feel a thing…I can never feel anything. But I’m afraid and he smiles at me and blows the sweetest smelling cigar smoke at me.

    “Not to mention, you burned my favorite hat in the process…” he says leaning over my face. My lips are close to brushing his. His body is hovering over me. And now I’m afraid of what he might do. He brushes a finger against my face. At first, I don’t feel a thing, but suddenly it feels as though my face is being seared off with a soldering iron. I don’t scream. I can’t scream. Nothing will come out and he laughs. It’s funny to him. His laugh is both intoxicating and terrifying. He slaps me on the face. Again, I feel another wave of searing pain washes over me. My breathing is heavy. My heart pounds. But I don’t scream. I can’t scream. He won’t let me scream.

    “Nothing, just like always…it’s almost as if you enjoy this,” he says while sliding his finger down my bare chest. It burns. It’s intense. It fucking burns. And I fucking love every moment of it. I don’t know why. I just do. I want it more. He makes me want it more. I know he wants me to beg for it. Tears roll down my face. It’s the only reaction my body makes.

     And then I hear him laugh. He wants more, I know it. I can feel it.  He licks the tears off my cheeks. It’s hotter than his fingers and it felt like my cheeks were being melted away. But I know they weren’t. He doesn’t want to scar me for life. He wants to play with me like this forever.  And as more tears roll down my face he licks his fingers and slides them down my chest and stomach.  I gasp. My breath leaves my body for a moment. He laughs in that fucking husky voice. I want more, but I can’t speak. Speaking isn’t allowed.  He slides his fingers down to my waist and plays with my waistband.  I’m afraid of what’s about to happen. But I want him to do it.

    He pushes his body up against me and forces my legs apart. I’m embarrassed. I don’t want him to see me like this. I don’t want anyone to see me like this. But he doesn’t care. No. He likes me this way.  He continues to laugh with one hand gripping my Navy sweatpants waistband and the other puffing on a cigar. He leans in blowing smoke in my face, choking me with its sweet aroma.

    “You know what happens next right?” he asks.  I fucking hate that he asks. He fucking knows I know. So why does he ask? He’s fucking playing with my head. I can’t get him out of it, he won’t fucking leave. He’ll never leave. Why won’t he leave?  And then suddenly, he yanks on my pants and they’re ripped off of me and engulfed in flames. The ashes dance around me, taunting me. And I lie there. Stark ass naked for him to play with me some more with my legs spread apart. He forces my legs up over his shoulders and he takes another puff out his cigar. 

    The ambers never go out. His cigar never burns out. He just keeps smoking at it. He brings it up to my face as if to offer it to me. I say nothing. I can’t speak. I can’t protest or accept. He lets out a sigh and forces his cigar in my mouth.  I inhale, it’s the only thing I can do.  My head feels funny. The room feels like it’s spinning. Things start to go dark. Suddenly a fist pounds my chest repeatedly. It’s fucking hot and terrifying. I exhale and breathe heavily.

    “White boy, you’re supposed to exhale not hold the bitch in,” he says puffing another cloud of smoke. He puts the cigar down beside me and licks his fingers again. He moves his fingers down my happy trail and to my waist. I’m used to the searing pain now. But as if he realized this he licks his fingers again and grabs my cock.

     I start to cry. He squeezes my cock. I cry more. He yanks it up and down. I gasp. My cock grows harder with each stroke. It’s painful. The skin feels like it’s being burned off and it fucking feels amazing. The pain. I feel alive with each stroke. He started slow, now he was moving faster. His strokes matched my heartbeat.  I gasped. I cried. But I couldn’t scream.  I couldn’t pull away.  And before I could finish, before I could fucking cum, he lets go. He doesn’t finish. I hate him for it.

    “I’m sorry, did you want me to finish,” he begins with smugness in his voice “, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll let you finish, okay?” I can’t respond. He laughs and starts squeezing my cock again. He switches from long strokes to short ones. Some of his strokes are intense and some are soft, but all of it was painful. He continued this until again I was at the height of cumming and suddenly he stopped. It feels like I’m dying. And he does this repeatedly over and over again. He lets go of my cock again and I breathe heavily.

    “It seems as though you want to keep this up,” he begins as if to pity me “,sadly, I’m pressed for time.” He picks up his cigar and takes another puff of it. I’m afraid of what he has planned.  This part always has me afraid…worse than everything else.  He sucks on his index finger. I can see what looks like sparks dance of his finger.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll love this,” he says as he shoves his finger inside my ass. I could feel a scream shape inside my throat. I could feel flames burning my insides as he forced his whole finger inside. He then grabbed my cock and started stroking again. My eyes grew wide as I had both pleasure and intense pain fighting for my attention. He then forced another finger inside. The scream inside my throat kept building up. He hit my spot. No one has ever touched me there. Only him.  He rubs up against it. I feel as though I’m being set on fire and stroked in two separate spots.  And then I looked into his eyes.  Something told me to prepare for the worse, but I didn’t have enough time. 

    “Hey white boy,” he whispers in my ear “, I want you to scream for me.”  And before I could think. Before I could get my mind straight he pulled his fingers out and started to shove and twist his burning cigar into my hole. The scream wouldn’t come out, my legs jerked and kicked.  I had no more tears to cry as he hit my spot with the burning end of his cigar. He kept stroking. I thought I wanted it. He made me want it.  It was too much. Way too fucking much and I let out an ear piercing screaming as I came. I thought it was over, but no he kept going and going. He wouldn’t stop playing with my ass; he wouldn’t stop jerking me off. He kept going. And every time I came it was worse than the last. He kept going even when nothing was coming out. And then after the tenth time reaching my peak, he let me go. He pulled the cigar out and shoved my legs down.

    “That was fun, but it looks like time is up,” he said pointing to the window. I looked up and saw the sun rising. I was glad that it was rising. He then slapped my chest and then I gasped again.  He laughed and got up from the bed. He was satisfied. I was satisfied.

    He says something to me, but I don’t hear it. I’m afraid to hear it.  I stare up at the ceiling. He leaves my room and I can hear him go down the stairs and out the house. I close my eyes and suddenly I hear an alarm. I open my eyes and turn my head to see 5:30 flash on the LED screen. I look down to see that my pants are still on.  I’m covered in sweat.  I can smell smoke. And my skin feels hot.  I get up from the bed and walk over to my mirror. I’m afraid of what I might see. But all I can see is me. I’m actually happy to see me. My phone rings. I walk over to it. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid.  I’m afraid to answer it, but I hit the accept button.

    “Hello?” I say hesitantly.

    “Yo, Mike…I finally got you,” Lukas says. I’m glad that it’s him. I let out a sigh.

    “Huh?” I replied groggily to Lukas. I hear a lot of loud movement in the background.

    “Where were you,” Lukas begins”, we were worried about all the shit that was going down in the neighborhood that something might have happened to you.”  I look around the room for my glasses while still on the line.

    “Wait, what happened?” I ask still looking for my glasses. I hear more loud movement in the background followed by a man yelling.

    “A riot or something…We don’t know…All we know was, most of the neighborhood was on fire,” Lukas said. I could make bits and pieces being made in the background.  Someone was yelling about monsters. Another about someone breathing fire.  The mention of fire puts a chill down my spine.


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