“Come on in Brady.” Brady entered and walked into the
living room. “Have a seat.” Brady sat on the chair just oppo-
site the couch where Ray sat. Brady completely engulfed the
chair as he sat there in a slouched, spread legged position.
Brady’s tight white T-shirt looked wonderful as it stretched over
his perfect chest and teased as it showed his firm nipples. Ray
couldn’t take his eyes off of Brady’s tight fitting 501’s. Brady
was showing a basket that could probably be seen for miles with
the naked eye.

The two men had several beers and were feeling light headed.
They began talking about people who they knew. Brady mentioned
that he was having some problems with his latest girlfriend.
After talking about it for a while Ray got up, took Brady by the
hand and took him into the bedroom.

“Brady, have you ever had sex with another man before?”
Ray’s voice was shaky as he asked Brady the question.

“No…well not really. I guess I played a little when I was
in school, but it wasn’t really ’sex’.”

Ray stood Brady at the edge of the bed and began unbuttoning
Brady’s 501’s. Brady was caught off guard. “Hey Ray, what are
you doing?”

“You’ll see,” Ray answered. Brady knew what this was lead-
ing up to but somehow he was willing to relax and enjoy the
moment. He was not afraid of what was going on probably because
he knew that Ray would never hurt him. He trusted Ray and that’s
all that mattered to him at this point.

As Ray began to pull Brady’s tight fitting 501’s down the
massive legs, Brady removed the tight T-shirt that he was wearing
and tossed it on the floor. Ray untied Brady’s shoes and removed
them. Then he slipped the 501’s off of Brady’s legs and laid
them on the floor next to the T-shirt.

Brady’s cock had started to get hard while Ray removed the
501’s. It was just hard enough to push out firmly on Brady’s
white briefs. Ray could even see the outline of Brady’s cockhead
through the soft cotton material. Ray reached up and cupped
Brady’s basket in his hand and massaged his balls and cock
through the soft material. Brady looked down to watch Ray mas-
saging and squeezing his balls and cock through the briefs. “Oh
that feels good.” Brady whispered in a low voice.

Then Ray reached up and took a hold of the elastic waistband
and slowly pulled Brady’s briefs down. Brady’s cock bounced up
hard and throbbing as Ray pulled the briefs past it and released
it from it’s white cotton barrier. Ray continued to pull Brady’s
briefs down to his ankles, and Brady lifted his legs out of them.

“Brady, lay back on the bed, face down and make yourself
comfortable, I’m going to give you a really good massage.”

There was a sense of confusion in Brady’s face. He somehow
was expecting Ray to begin pawing at his cock, which was getting
harder in anticipation. Brady laid face down on the bed. It was
difficult for him to situate his hard cock so that he could lay
comfortably. Ray reached into the bedstand and took out a bottle
of massaging oil.

Ray began pouring the oil onto Brady’s back. As Ray began
rubbing the oil into the beautiful skin, Brady moaned sighs of
delight. Ray massaged Brady’s back and then his muscular legs.
Ray had never seen legs so well developed before. Then Ray began
massaging Brady’s cute bulbous ass. The oil dripped down between
the crack and Brady could feel Ray’s hands as they massaged down
the crack as if trying to catch the drops of oil. “Spread your
legs a little Brady,” Ray spoke softly, almost in a whisper.

Brady spread his legs just wide enough for Ray to reach down
between them and massage the bottom of his balls. “Oh, that
feels great Ray.” Brady was totally relaxed now and really
enjoying the massage.

“Ok, you hot looking dude, turn over so I can massage your
front side.”

Brady lazily turned over on his back, face up. His cock had
gotten flaccid, but was still firm enough to stand at a half
erect state. Brady looked down to watch as Ray poured more
massage oil onto his chest and legs. Then Ray began massaging
Brady’s chest and pecs and arms. Brady continued to moan his
sighs of approval as Ray masterfully kneaded Brady’s beautiful
well-developed muscles.

As Ray began to massage Brady’s abdomen and inch closer to
Brady’s pubic hair line, he noticed that there was obvious antic-
ipation, as Brady’s cock began to get fully hard again. In
seconds, Brady’s cock was standing up hard, erect, and throbbing.
Brady’s cockhead was so hard from the excitement that it was
almost purple. The skin around it was pulled tight. Ray contin-
ued to massage Brady’s abdomen, then he slowly worked his way
down to the base of Brady’s giant, hard cock. As Ray teased with
the pubic area around the base of Brady’s cock, he could see a
few drops of clear pre-cum emerge from the crown of Brady’s
cockhead. The drops of liquid gently ran down the cockhead and
then ran down the long, throbbing shaft of Brady’s cock.

Ray then moved his attention to Brady’s firm balls. He
poured a few drops of lubricant onto Brady’s balls and then began
to massage them gently. As Ray kneaded and tugged at Brady’s
balls, it caused his cock to bounce about in response. Brady
clasped both of his hands together and put them behind his head.
He was obviously enjoying this part of the massage best of all.

Soon Ray began to massage Brady’s muscular thighs and power-
ful legs. Brady sighed a deep breath of relief. He realized
that he was actually hoping that Ray would get on with the busi-
ness of massaging his aching cock. Ray continued to tease the
hunky man by moving his attention back up Brady’s legs and
slightly caress his balls and the base of his cock. Then he
would move his massaging hands back down Brady’s legs.

After fifteen minutes of this teasing massage, Brady began
to relax and enjoy the feeling that his body was experiencing.
Brady knew he was in “good hands” literally. Finally Ray moved
his hands back to the base of Brady’s hard, throbbing cock, but
this time instead of going back down Brady’s legs, Ray began to
slowly inch his way up Brady’s cock shaft.

The sensations sent chills up Brady’s back and he opened his
eyes and looked down to watch Ray as he began to massage the huge
throbbing cock. “Oh, my god, that feels fantastic.” Brady
moaned. The diameter of Brady’s hard cock was so big around that
Ray could hardly place his fist completely around it.

“Oh Brady, you can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to do this
to you. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years. Hoping I’d
get the chance to really give you the most exciting pleasure
you’ve ever experienced.”

Ray dripped more oil onto Brady’s dick as he continued to
slowly stroke up and down the shaft. “Oh, wait, stop you’re
getting me too close.” Ray moved his stroking attention down to
Brady’s nice, firm balls to give Brady’s dick a chance to cool
down a bit. Ray didn’t want Brady to cum too soon. He wanted
Brady to enjoy this for a nice long time.

After about a minute Ray gripped Brady’s cock again and
began the stroking action that almost sent Brady over the edge.
“I’m really gonna make your big cock feel good Brady,” Ray whis-
pered. “How does it feel to have another man whippin’ on your
big hard dick Brady?”

“Oh, Ray, it feels great, but you’d better stop or I’m gonna
shoot real soon man,” Brady answered in a breathless voice.

Ray continued working on Brady’s big dick, stroking the
good-looking dude almost to an orgasm then moving his attention
the Brady’s balls. Brady was squirming from side to side as Ray
stroked him closer and closer to the explosion point. “Oh,
Brady, look at your big cock gettin’ creamed man.” Brady looked
down at his dick as Ray pumped it at a nice even pace.

Soon Brady’s body began to writhe on the bed as his climax
was too close to stop. “Alright Brady, shoot it for me man.
Shoot that hot load of cum man. Let me pump that hot juice outa
your big dick man.” Ray began pumping Brady’s cock at a furious
pace as Brady began to moan and then scream in ecstasy. Brady’s
cock began to shoot his hot thick cum out. The first shot of
Brady’s cum hit Ray’s chest. The ecstatic sensations sent
Brady’s body into spasms of delight as Ray continued to pump the
hot, white cum out of Brady’s throbbing cock.

The ecstasy lasted at least fifteen minutes. When the
sensations died down Brady breathed a sigh of relief. “Whew,
that was great Ray,” Brady said in an exhausted voice.

“Are you ready for another session dude?” Ray asked.

“Oh, I don’t think so, not just yet,” Brady answered.

“‘Not just yet’? Does that mean you’d be willing to do it
again sometime?”

“Well, Yeah, I guess I’d let you do that again…do I need
to make an appointment?”

“You have an open appointment Brady. I really enjoyed doing
that to you as much as you enjoyed it.”

Brady and Ray rested for several minutes, then Ray suggested
that they both go take a shower and clean up. Brady agreed.
“Hey you didn’t cum yet. I think we’d better do something about
that,” Brady said as the two stepped into the shower.

“That sounds like a great idea to me,” Ray said, grinning.
“You can work on my dick and I’ll give your cock another pumping
just to make sure we got it all out. OK?”

“Sounds like a deal to me,” Brady said, returning the grin.

No, last night wasn’t the night, but you don’t rush the good things in
life.

The game seemed endless; at half-time, Charles would gladly have
walked off the pitch, even though the score was level and his chances
of selection for Saturday’s match hung on the outcome. His mind was
elsewhere, however, and more than once his captain had shouted to him
“Charlie! Wake up!” as his eyes had wandered to the touch-line in
search of his friend. Every scrum seemed to bring temptation – a wan-
dering hand, the faint smell of youthful bodies. But Charles knew that
he must wait, patiently, and that it would be worth it.

At last, the whistle blew. “Don’t change” the note had said – so
he stayed in his rugby kit and headed off for the pavilion. There
stood Peter, a little away from the others, and as soon as he decently
could, Charles left the team and headed in Peter’s direction. “Come
on, Charlie”, he said, “We have to be back by five, and it’s half-past
three now.” So the two of them set off for the Barn – an isolated
building on the school farm, unused nowadays except by lovers and
sometimes by those seeking a quiet place for a cigarette.

It was ten minutes walk from big field, and Charles and Peter
walked fast. As they got out of sight, Peter put his arm round
Charles’ waist, and as they rounded the corner of a field, they
stopped and Peter pulled Charles to him. They kissed – a long, pas-
sionate kiss which expressed all the unsaid things which they had felt
for the three months during which they had shared a study. As Peter’s
tongue explored Charles’ mouth, their eyes met and their young bodies
pressed hungrily together. “Come on, then” said Charles, pulling away
and grabbing his friend’s hand.

They ran to the barn, and hurried inside. All was quiet, and in no
time at all Peter was on his knees in front of Charles. His hands
stroked Charles’ bare legs, slid up inside Charles’ shorts and fondled
his thighs. Quickly he unbuttoned Charles’ shorts and slid them down,
and he kissed the front of his friend’s jockstrap, running his tongue
all round and through Charles’ sparse pubic hair. With both hands he
pulled the jockstrap down, and exposed Charles’ stiff penis: Charles
took off his rugger jersey and stood nearly naked, blond and godlike
in his muscular nudity. Off came the boots, socks and the rest, and
Peter’s lips closed round the erect prick. Charles felt that he could
have popped there and then, but he knew that he must restrain himself,
and after a minute or two he withdrew from Peter’s mouth, bent down
and eased Peter to his feet.

Embracing him, he whispered “Now you undress”, and slipped his
hands down the back of his friend’s trousers, grasping the firm but-
tocks. Peter quickly released his belt and unzipped his flies, and as
Charles knelt down, his friend’s trousers slid down to his ankles, and
with them his pants. Peter’s cock was, if anything, harder than
Charles’, and Charles took it eagerly in his mouth. Peter quickly
stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood proudly nude as Charles
sucked him. After a minute or two, Charles came up for air – “Lets lie
down” he said, and they lay on the hay which remained on the floor of
the barn. It was quite cool that afternoon, but the two fifteen-year
olds did not notice. They were quite hot!

Each took his friend’s cock in his mouth, and played with his
balls. Neither of them had sucked a boy before – their sexual experi-
ence was limited to wanking and mutual exploration after dark in the
dormitory – but both took to it at once, and both boys’ cocks disap-
peared into their mouths with regular thrusts. Peter began to grunt,
and Charles knew that he was about to come; Charles felt the sap ris-
ing too, and their thrusts synchronised. Suddenly, with an enormous
sense of delight, Charles felt the spunk shooting up his cock. He dug
it deep into his friend’s mouth and shot, just as Peter was shooting
his load too. Both boys enjoyed a mouthful of cum, and both enjoyed a
fantastic sensation of satisfaction as they pumped the spunk into each
other.

When it was all over, they rested for ten minutes, and then
Charles said “Well, was it what you expected?” “Better,” replied Pe-
ter. “I know we must go back, but we must come here again – or can we
do it in the study, now we know what we really like?” “I’ll do it any-
where, with you,” said Charles.

Tom was leaning against the front bar and I was standing in
front of him. He asked me to help remove his soaked tight t-shirt.
I didn’t want to ’cause I knew it would expose more of his beautiful
hard body and I’d start getting hard. But who am I to argue? We got
his shirt off and I stood directly in front of him. He put his huge
hands on my shoulders and pulled me close to him. Tom then started
messaging my shoulders and arms and worked his way down to my butt.
The music was throbbing (and so was my cock). One of the interested
bar tenders sent us 2 more drinks (Sean was off talking to a friend).
Tom pressed my back against his hard stomach and SHOUTED in my ear,
“I wanna eat and fuck your hole”. He then thrusted his hard cock
(still inside his white 501s) into my back. I could feel the size
of it going up my spine.

I had been riding for some seven hours now, but wasn’t yet tired. The

sun had just started to draw the evening curtains, and there was a

faint hint of rain on the cooling twilight air. I was cruising along a

quiet back road in Sussex on my BMW K100.

I have been riding bikes since I was 16, that’s 24 years now. I

have always liked biking, and will do it for as long as I can. I’m not

a flash rider. My bike is silver and standard; and I wear jeans and a

black leather jacket. I like wearing jeans, they are comfortable and

offer a little more protection than trousers.

I was doing about 50 when I saw across the hedge a Day-Glow lemon

top and black trousers. Quick check, no speed O.K. as I’m outside the

limit, still be careful! After rounding a couple of bends the road

straightened out and I could see the figure some way ahead. I was

wrong, it wasn’t the law, just some youngster in a fluorescent top and

black track suit trousers. He was hitching as far as I could tell from

this distance, but I don’t pick up hitch-hikers. Still I was in a good

mood as the day had been good; and he was miles from anywhere on a

road with little traffic and he couldn’t cause me much trouble on the

back really. I slowed down and pulled up alongside him.

Later on I found that I could have feelings of love for some of
my male classmates that were as intense as the feelings I had for
the girls. By my Junior year of high school, I knew I wanted to
have sex with Joe, but I didn’t know how to approach him. I
remember that I always kept track of where he was, and tried to
be near him as much as possible. He was older than I by almost
two years, since I started first grade at 5 and he had been kept
back one year.

At the end of the school year that summer the junior and senior
shop classes had a picnic at a large lake north of the city about
30 miles. If I was bad about Joe in class, imagine how it was
for me when I saw him in a bathing suit. He could have asked me
to do almost anything and I would have agreed.

Joe and Steve had always been good friends, and we shared a
mutual friend in Tommy. All three were in my classes. During the
afternoon of the picnic, Tommy came over to me and asked if I
would be interested in going out in a canoe. It sounded like a
good idea to me, so we took off with me in front and Tommy
paddling in the rear. As we paddled across the lake, we went
around a bend in the shoreline and were suddenly all alone. We
paddled along for a short while and Tommy said, “Man, I’ve got to
piss, but I don’t dare stand up or we’ll tip over. How about if
we pull in to shore for a minute?”

I agreed, and we headed toward a spot where we could get ashore.
We tied up the canoe and Tommy headed up a narrow path. He stood
at the top of the bank and pulled down his trunks. I could see
that he had a nice looking cock, and when he was done pissing, he
gave it a few tugs and it started to grow. I found this to be
exciting and could feel my own dick stir.

Tommy said, “I wonder where this path goes? Should we check it
out?” Without waiting for an answer he headed along the path. I
scrambled up the bank and caught up with him. We walked along
until we came to a clearing. Tommy stopped short and put his
hand out to signal me to stop.

In the clearing, lying on a blanket, were Joe and Steve. At
first I didn’t know who it was, because Joe was kissing Steve so
I couldn’t see either of their faces. What I could see was that
their hands were busy working on each other’s cocks. Tommy
whispered that we should stay very quiet and we’d get a good
show. Almost immediately Joe sat up and removed Steve’s bathing
suit. Then he stood up, removed his own, and knelt over Steve’s
face. He had his back toward us, so it was left to our
imaginations what he was doing. Whatever it was, it brought
Steve’s long tapered cock to attention. From the way that Joe
was undulating his hips, it was obvious that he was fucking
Steve’s mouth and I only wished I could see better.

Tommy must have read my mind, because he moved back down the path
a bit and quietly walked to a spot where we could see what was
happening.

Even from a distance Joe’s cock was stunning. I always knew it
would be beautiful. And his balls were quite heavy too. I
didn’t realize it at first, but Tommy had let me get in front
when we moved, so he was standing behind me now. I was suddenly
aware that his breathing was quite heavy, and when I turned
around I saw that his cock was out and he was caressing it as he
watched. I looked at it and then decided to do the same. As I
slid my suit down and took old peter in my hand, Tommy moved up
close behind me and whispered, “I’ll do that for you if you want
me to.” With that he slid his arms around my waist and went
straight for the cock. I almost came when he first touched me.
He realized I was close and only held it without moving.
Meanwhile, on the blanket, Joe had turned around and was putting
his cock back into Steve’s waiting mouth. Then he leaned forward
and took Steve’s tool in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He
took it into his mouth and I stared in fascination as his lips
moved all the way down to the base. Tommy whispered, “Isn’t that
fantastic?” It sure as hell was! Now Steve and Joe really went
to town, and before long Joe pulled Steve’s legs up and began to
caress Steve’s ass. I could see his fingertips as they searched
for the small opening. Once he had found it, he wet his finger
and then slowly inserted it. Now Steve began to buck up and down
and Joe just held his head still. As Steve fucked his mouth, Joe
pumped his own ass in slow motion and I could watch his thick
cock go in and out of Steve’s sucking lips.

I whispered to Tommy that I was going to come, and Tommy turned
me around a bit and knelt down in front of me. He squeezed my
throbbing cock and then gently caressed it while I watched the
scene in the clearing. Suddenly I felt the tingling in my balls
that means I’m about to come and then the rushing of that load up
to the end of my cock and out through the small opening. I
sprayed cum all over Tommy’s face, but he seemed to like it. (As
you can see, I still had a bit to learn).

The scene in the clearing had heated up too. Joe was working on
Steve’s cock and Steve was moving his ass like ninety miles an
hour. All of a sudden, Joe pulled Steve’s cock out of his mouth
and jerked him to a finish. Steve seemed to cum forever and Joe
licked it up like it was honey. Then he straightened up and let
his own load go all over Steve. All in all, there was a lot of
cum let loose in a few minutes time. Poor Tommy hadn’t gotten
his rocks off yet, but that got taken care of in a short while.

The big shock of the day was when I found out that this whole
scene had been carefully planned and staged by the other three.
They had been aware of vibrations from me, and were determined
that I would gladly join with them if I had the chance. I was
surprised, but felt good that they wanted to include me in their
games. That was really the beginning of a long relationship
among us. In fact, Tommy and I are still in touch today. There
have been some years when we kept in touch but didn’t see each
other because Tommy moved to San Francisco, but today we are
still glad to see each other.

My first time was as a junior in high school. Had gone camping with
my best buddy. We were alone up in the mountains and discussing
many of our supposed “conquests” with all the girls in school.
Both of us were taking Psychology classes at the time and had been
hypnotized by our instructor and we decided that we would try and
hypnotize each other that night. Well…one thing led to another
and before you knew it we were taking turns “hynotizing” each other
into stroking our cocks as though we were alone in our beds at home.

I can not speak for my buddy, but I for one was TRUELY
hypnotized! At least I was absolutely TRANSFIXXED! when he
unzipped his sleeping bag and exposed the first hard dick I had
ever seen on another man!!

Please don’t ask what silly “hypnotic ploys” we used on each other
to finally work each others cocks into our mouths, just take my word
for the fact that “playing Pyschologist” literally beats the pants
off of “playing Doctor” anyday!

where to find these nasty gays?

real drunked boys

Archive-name: Samesex/anton.txt

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Archive-title: Anton

Chapter One

———–

After going to bed, showered and, of course, naked, Anton had lain

awake for some time. Then he got up again and fetched the hand towel

from the wash-station. He placed this by his hips when he lay down.

His intention was obvious. He was lying on his back, with his left

hand caressing the inside of his thigh, and nuzzling up against his

balls. His forefinger began stroking the adjacent testicle. His other

hand was flat on his stomach. His penis lay where it had flopped, the

glans between the other ball and his thigh. It was clearly stirring.

The upper hand began to migrate south, stroking the sensitive skin

of the smooth area between the navel and the pubic hair. He had a

thick forest, but low down and with a clean upper line. When they

reached the root of his phallus, he parted his forefinger and second

finger, and ran this vee down to embrace the thickening shank. A few

pushes, with the fingers curving down to engage with the upper scro-

tum, and the glans looked distinctly heavy.

He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and

hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in

size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank,

and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re-

assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and

perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his

hand, the shaft supported itself.

He switched on the bedlight, and lay admiring the growing weapon.

By now it was no mere stiffy, but a tree in full flare. He watched the

taut skin pulling slowly back across the glistening plum-surface of

his close textured glans. There was no quick flick of the fingers this

time: he was taking his time. When the skin finally caught up on the

flaring corona, the upturned rim of his glorious helmet, he pressed

down with both hands on his pubic lawn, stretching the skin on the

shaft enough to clear the rim.

The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below

the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its

last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his

plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth.

Still Anton just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much

to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member

wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the

picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He

held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but

making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally

pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvi-

ous reaction in his tool.

He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand

down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod

of iron. His technique was obviously practised, but unsophisticated.

Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled -

full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the

curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under-thigh. As

the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting.

Relaxed – pumping not stopped, but much slowed, and the hand pres-

sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress

the point below the glans with the side of his finger. Some fluid had

formed at the eye of his shaft and he slicked it down over the point

as a lubricant.

He began to pump once more in this higher position. His sweat-

dewed face, mouth wide open in rictus of excitement; between the tun-

nel of his legs, the balls, now pulled high and close as orgasm

neared. His shaft was indeed now bending back over his belly as he

left the plateau for the summit.

Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book,

placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of

the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could

stare at it.

And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser

grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a

tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen-

sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time.

His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging

into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt

the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet

twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was

lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would

come! He would come!

Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad

was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his

body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was

obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the

air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but

this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly

down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too,

but this time nearly dry – just a wide working of the glistening eye

of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released.

Completely still, with his eyes closed, for about a minute, then

wiping the spunk from his stomach and hand. He began to milk the re-

maining juices from his dying cock, pulling upwards with the tip of

his forefinger pressed hard into the underside of his organ. He wiped

the gland carefully, so that the foreskin, now beginning to bunch be-

low his glans, wouldn’t stick too painfully when it had return to the

protection position. Finally he cleaned the mirror, before folding the

towel under his prick’s tip to mop up any last weeping.

Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over

on his side to sleep.

Chapter Two

———–

Anton looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand

quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His

hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip,

but by the time Klaudio had entered, his penis was still exposed. An-

ton froze.

Klaudio stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated ex-

pression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the

prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and

closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Anton’s

hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this

language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away

inside his trousers?

But Klaudio knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a

friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Anton’s face more

than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation.

Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistake-

able gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated

the word for wank three times. He looked expectantly at Anton. “Do you

want me to wank you.” It was a neutral request – still the friendly

doctor offering treatment. Anton froze. Klaudio looked at him pa-

tiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Anton grabbed

at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He

closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The pa-

tient was tensed for the cut of the knife!

But Klaudio gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore-

finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared.

He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself

at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement – the lower hand

a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobbly flat

platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand

formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft be-

tween them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping

enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing

it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the

surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be

brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface.

Anton’s eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping

his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a

smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it.

Klaudio quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside

his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Anton’s forehead.

At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Klaudio cupped his

hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his

ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau-

dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning,

“Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?”

Klaudio changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his

balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this

at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus;

even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds

at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm.

Slowly Klaudio worked. This had to be a good one – a better one

than a quick hand job – but he could use only limited resources for

fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Anton groan-

ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the

grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear.

His body began to arch up, but Klaudio knew how to change his grip at

the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing

the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Anton’s face now

looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a

different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real.

Five times did Klaudio make his loins rear up and hold him there,

until he was crying out to be allowed to come. Then he came – shooting

high to land on his taut, flat belly. Klaudio risked trapping the

later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Anton’s glans: he was

too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled

back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again,

Klaudio had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his

fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

Chapter Three

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As Anton entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of

the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He

was about a year older than Anton, though he looked perhaps a little

younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in

build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive

skin – the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, ex-

cept for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The per-

fect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care

to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasise his

good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always

wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker

stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair.

He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins’. His voice was as smooth as

his skin and as dark as his hair.

Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed read-

ing. After a while he expressed surprise that Anton was still dressed

and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating

in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Anton

had then removed all but his underpants.

It was fairly obvious that Anton had been observing Jag’s body,

and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without

making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Anton

was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He

asked Anton if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he

would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that

he would be happy to assist Anton if he required it, and that he would

try to have the another friend fetched so that Anton could have some-

one to sleep with himself if he desired.

Anton was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his

mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his pe-

nis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would

have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self

relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Anton

submitted to Jag’s hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy him-

self as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and

his hands were controlling Anton to a near climax, he had suggested

that Anton allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more plea-

surable. Anton, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have

recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose

warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft.

Jag’s hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over An-

ton’s body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of

the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Anton

beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus – tick-

ling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger en-

tered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland -

the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that

gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested

the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded

from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spas-

modic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag’s

mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out

down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him com-

pletely clean – ready for the companion whom Anton would certainly now

accept to share his bed for the night…

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