The Ferry Trip – Part One

I told in an earlier story of my biking trip to Spain and my adventures with Juan. In it I made mention of the ferry crossing and how it had been more than a little interesting. Here is my account of those exhausting two days.

I boarded the ferry at Plymouth. Boarding time was at about 8pm, leaving the passengers a few hours to hit the bar and the on-board shops before settling down to watch the cabaret. Being summer, the ferry was full of families heading south as well as quite a lot of bikers and a contingent of surfers. I was like a kid in sweet shop as I wandered the decks eyeing up the talent and wondering if I would be lucky enough to find someone to share my cabin on one of the two nights that we had ahead of us.

I grabbed a bite to eat in one of the burger bars on the upper deck and decided to take a stroll. I didn’t know exactly where we where but I guessed by the mounting seas that we must be heading out of the English Channel and into the Atlantic. I loved travelling by sea and moved up to the front of the ferry to get a better view as we ploughed into the waves. In the distance I could just make out the lights of another vessel as it moved in the opposite direction. I made my way up the gangway, swaying like a drunk. This was the part I liked best. The rougher the sea the more fun I was having.

I passed through the final doorway and onto the deck a the ‘pointy end’. The wind was terrific and combined with the motion of the boat it made it difficult to stand. I held onto the rail to steady myself. It was then that I noticed a small group of young guys standing in the shelter of a bulkhead just behind me. I hadn’t noticed them as they huddled together out of the wind. By there appearance I guessed that they probably belonged to the surfer group. They had that super healthy look about them. Mostly blonde haired and tanned they looked like they spent so much time in the sun that they never needed to sunbath or use products to give their hair that bleached look. I always thought of California and the beach boys when I saw guys like them. They were a picture of health and wholesomeness.

After a while, I noticed that they seemed to be talking about me. I thought I was probably just being paranoid but the feeling was enough to make me a little uncomfortable. I new it was idiotic but I began to feel like an intruder. I took one last deep breath of the warm evening air before heading back inside. Those guys were really horny I thought, but it was one of those groups of guys that have grown up together and become a closed circle of friends. Nice to look at but don’t even think about trying to separate one out from the herd!

I went back to my cabin to have a quick shower before going down to see the cabaret. I knew that it would be really cheesy but I was always impressed by the dedication of the performers and wondered how they managed to dance and sing without falling over. It was all I could do to carry a pint of beer from the bar to my table!

My cabin was small. I had paid a little extra to have one to myself but it still seemed really cramped. I stripped off and got into the shower. Surprisingly the shower was quite big. Much bigger than the one I had at home. As I soaped myself down I began to fantasise about the surfers I had seen. I imagined their well toned bodies and the six pack stomachs that were almost obligatory for guys like them. I cleaned myself carefully paying extra attention to the more intimate parts of my body. My cock began to swell as I soaped it up, stroking it gently. Almost without thinking, I began to increase the pase of my strokes, bringing myself to full hardness.

‘Not yet!’ I thought, stopping myself. On a trip like this you never know what might happen. I didn’t want to take the edge off my sexual energy because for me it seemed to act like a magnet. I often thought that I must give off some sort of pheromone that made me more attractive when I was feeling horny. Or maybe it just heightened my senses and at the same time made me braver. Whatever it was I wasn’t going to waste it on a quick jerk.

I tried to change my train of thought and rinsed myself off. Choosing my clothes carefully I chose a pair of grey designer undies made of thin stretchy material that disappeared into the deep crevice between my ass cheeks but without gathering, giving the appearance of a second skin. Next a pair of denim trousers that were almost ‘sagger’ style. They hung low on my hips revealing the curves of my ass and waistband of my underwear as well as the top of my crack. Whenever I saw this style on other guys it always gave me an almost uncontrollable urge to stroke their soft, firm round curves and slide my hand down to cup one of those perfect mounds of boy-flesh in my hand. I hoped it would have the same effect on some attractive guy waiting for me out there among the passengers.

I put on my skater style shoes and finally a thin cotton top made out of tee-shirt type material. It hugged my body in all the right places without looking tight. I adjusted myself in the mirror, glimpsing over my shoulder at my firm ass. ‘Okay, ready for action!’ I said out-loud. I didn’t know at the time that I wouldn’t return here until half an hour before we docked in Santander.

I left my cabin and made my way to cabaret room. It spanned the whole width of the boat and had a large stage and twenty or so tables as well as rows of stools and padded bench seating around the outside. I chose a corner near the back. It was close to the bar, one of the main passages and with a good view of the whole room. At least if I didn’t pull I would be able to do some people watching, one of my favourite pass-times. The only disadvantage was that there was seating for about ten people in the place that I had chosen. That meant that almost without fail, some fat guy with bad breath and an aversion to showers would plonk himself down next to me before the night was out. But I decided to take the risk.

A waiter came to my table and I asked him to bring me a beer. He smiled at me softly but without making eye contact. He had the designer stubble look and thinning greasy hair. ‘Strike One!’ I thought.

I sipped my beer, taking in the scene. Before long the lights went down and the show began. It was even worse than I had imagined. When the magician began to saw the box in half with the lady inside I rolled my eyes disbelievingly.

Just then I heard the sound of laughing coming from behind me. It was the surfers. They had gathered at the bar and were ordering their drinks. One of them had what looked like a board game under his arm. My heart skipped a beat as I let my eyes wander over their youthful faces. From my position I could take a good look at them without them seeing me. The light from the bar blinded their eyes and at the same time provided me with all the illumination I needed to see every detail of their features. They were the best looking group of boys I had seen in a long time. Not an ugly one amongst them.

Each of them had his own style but two of them especially attracted my gaze. Both had soft, straight shiny blond hair, cut to medium length. They almost seemed to be brothers but I didn’t suppose they were. Brothers very rarely shared intimate friends and these boys had an exceptional level of intimacy. Although still young they had well formed shoulders, thin hips and pert, full ass cheeks. They looked around the room as they picked up their drinks and headed for the tables. As they passed me one of them, he seemed to be the leader of the pack, saw me. His eyes met mine for a lingering second and time seemed to slow.

“Here guys!” he said, in a way that left no room for discussion. The others turned on their heels looking in my direction.

“Perfect!” one of them said flashing his white teeth in a broad smile.

They made their way to my table.

“You don’t mind do you?” Another said.

“No! No! Help yourself.” I stammered.

I was about to move to one side to allow them full use of the table but they divided ranks and moved two to each side of me. I was now surrounded by the most heavenly group of gorgeous young men that I’d ever seen. I was in heaven.

Gym Workout

It had been a hard day and I was looking forward to releasing a bit of tension in the gym. Normally I attended spinning class or body pump. Something with lots of music and movement to get the blood surging and work up a sweat. Today though, I was going to try the weights. I had a decent body, smooth, well defined, nice shoulders and pecks, but I wanted to try something different.

I had left work early and chosen the quietest day of the week for my first weight session. I didn’t want to get in the way of the regular guys who would be lifting a lot more weight than me.

I sat down on the bench in front of my locker and stripped off. The place was deserted. I was just toying with the idea of jerking off while the place was empty when the door swung open and in walked the cutest guy I had ever seen. He reminded me of a young actor I had once seen. He had the same green eyes and boyish cuteness. It was a look that always had an hypnotic effect on me and still does.

I quickly turned my back to him so as to hide my growing erection and bent over to pick up my shorts. When I stood up he was already at his locker and was opening it, but he was looking in my direction. In the direction of my ass to be exact. Seeing that I had turned to face him he lifted his eyes, raking my entire body with his gaze before fixing those heavenly green eyes on mine. He looked unashamedly into my eyes, smiled and said a simple “Hi!”
“Hi!” I replied.

“Do you come here often?” he said, with a slight smirk on his face that gave away the fact that he new what a cliché the question was. “It’s just that I come here at this time every day and I’ve never seen you before.” he quickly followed up.

“I come to the gym a lot” I said, “but not normally at this time.”

He nodded acknowledging my reply but said nothing. I didn’t want to let the conversation go so I continued. “I normally do classes but I’m going to try out the weights today.”

“Well if you need any help just give me a shout.” he smiled.

We continued to get changed, exchanging glances but saying nothing. I had the distinct impression that he was just as keen to try to find something to say as I was but, as usually happens in these circumstances, the result of so much effort and tension was silence.
I did notice though that his eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to my ass, so I did my best to give he a good show as I took longer than usual to adjust my underwear and shorts. He, in turn, had not only a magnificent ass but an enormous bulge to match and seemed to be working hard at letting me see it as he adjusted his stretchy trousers. Finally though, I couldn’t delay any longer and was ready to enter the gym.

“See you in there.” I said as I made my way out of the changing rooms.

“Sure, see you in there.” he replied.

The gym was almost as empty as the changing rooms had been. The music was beating away softly in the background and there was a feint but not unpleasant, smell of sweat mixed with room deodoriser and cleaning products. I made my way to the first piece of equipment but soon realised that I really didn’t have a clue as to its correct use. I was struggling to set the correct weight and I new that my form was out of whack as well, but I didn’t know what to do to correct it. As I struggled pathetically to get it right, I felt a light tap on my shoulder that made me start.

“You really look like you could do with some help.” It was the guy from the changing rooms. “Look, let me show you.” he said, as he positioned himself behind me.

I was about to stand up to let him get to the equipment but he placed his hand on my shoulder.

“No! You stay there and I will help you to get the right position.”

I sat back down and he placed his hand on my lower back just above the waistband of my gym trousers.

“First of all, don’t hollow your back so much.” he advised.

Coming round to my side he placed his other hand low down on my stomach.

“Tuck you stomach in and straighten you back. Now plant you feet flat on the floor so that your thighs are parallel with it.”

To emphasise what he meant he knelt down and placed a hand on each thigh.

“That’s it!” he encouraged.

He moved back around behind me and said, “Hips straight!” as he placed a hand on each hip.

“Good! Good!”

He watched me do a few sets as I pulled down on the bar, raising the weights on the machine.

“That’s great!” he said. “Now lets work an opposing muscle group. Come over to this machine and we’ll do some overhead presses.”

We walked over to the machine he had indicated and he set the weight and height of the bar for me.

“Okay, away you go!” he commanded.

I stood under the bar and prepared myself to push it over my head. In the mirrors that lined the walls I could see him standing behind me looking at my ass.

“Stop!” he said. “If you do it that way you’ll hurt your back.”

He moved around to my side again and this time placed one hand on my stomach and the other on my ass. I flushed a little, partly with nerves and partly with excitement. After all, I wasn’t used to having a guys hand on my ass. He pushed gently with both hands correcting my posture and I began to get a boner. I pushed hard on the bar, lifting the weight and the material of my pants stretched showing the outline of my stiffening cock. His eyes glanced down as he continued applying pressure with both hands on my stomach and ass and then he looked at the mirror. I was looking at my own stiff cock and I could see that he had noticed it too. Then his eyes lifted to meet mine and he smiled.

I pushed again and instead of looking into the mirror he moved position so that he was facing me. He never took his eyes of my rod as it grew and grew. It was no good trying to hide it. With each push of the weight I tensed my stomach and another surge of blood would fill my swollen member. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the final push.

As I rested the weight back into position, I opened my eyes. He smiled at me again and said “Shall we try something a little different?”

I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in mind.

The Hitch-Hiker Biker

Last year I was travelling through Spain on a biking holiday. It was a new bike and I’d been dying to try it out on a long run since the day it had been delivered.

For weeks the weather in Spain had been hot with clear blue skies over the whole peninsula. I was itching to get going and when the day finally came I flew down the M1 on my new bike to Southampton and crossed over by ferry to Santander in the north of Spain.

As we made the two day crossing the weather got steadily warmer. When we finally arrived in Santander it was baking hot(See my next story for tales of the crossing). I was so excited that I hardly ate any breakfast. As the ferry pulled into port I ran down to the car deck and sat ready on my bike. There were quite a few other bikes as well and after a few minutes we were all gathered, waiting impatiently. I noticed quite a few sexy looking guys but with all the clothes and the helmets it was hard to tell what they really looked like.

Finally the doors opened and we rolled off the ferry. Making our way through the gates of the port, we were soon on the 623 road to Burgos, all heading for the south coast by way of Madrid. After a short time, as we moved away from the coast, there was a steep climb up to the plateau. In no time at all we were in semi desert conditions. The sun was blazing down, the scenery was spectacular,the roads were quiet and in good condition. I was in heaven!

With time I lost sight of the other bikers as some zoomed off into the distance and others straggled lazily behind.

Eventually, I began to get tired and hungry so I decided to pull in at the next roadside bar. After just a few more kilometres I approached a large bar/restaurant with a petrol station and a little shop. I pulled in, practising my Spanish in my head and wondering if I was going to be able to find something to eat that I liked.

The Spanish don’t normally eat lunch until at least 1:30pm and as it was only 12:30 so the place was almost empty. I went to the bar and ordered a small beer. I noticed a youth who was moving from table to table. He would talk to the occupants and then after a bit of shoulder shrugging would move on to the next. I noticed him especially because he was wearing motorbike gear and carrying a helmet. When he eventually noticed me I saw his eyes light up and he almost ran over to where I was at the bar.

“Hi!” he said. “You English?”

It wasn’t an unfair assumption to make. I was wearing a Union Jack pin and was about 10 shades paler than everybody else. That and my dirty-blond hair and blue eyes were a bit of a give-away.

“Yeh!” I replied. “Can I help you?”

“I hope so!” he said with a pleading look in his eyes.

As he spoke I began to take in his appearance. He had light features and a very light but even tan. His eyes were pale blue with a dark ring and as he looked directly into my eyes I almost forgot to listen to what he was saying.

“So you see, I’m in a bit of a situation. If you could give me a lift as far as Madrid, my family will be waiting and they will sort out collecting my bike from the garage.” He concluded, looking at me and waiting for my response.

“Errr, yeh, of course!” I stammered, as I came to my senses. “Madrid, that’s about 250 miles from here. Should only take us a few hours. I’m just going to get something to eat and then we’ll be off. That suit you?”

“Fantastic!” he said enthusiasticly and with a big grin on his face.

“Happy to be of service.” I replied with mock politeness. “Want a beer?”

“No thanks.” he replied. “But let me get yours. It’s the least I can do.”

We moved to a table and sat down. I slipped out of the top half of my one piece leathers and began to devour my sandwich. I let him do all the talking. He told me about what had happened and explained a little about his family. It turned out that his father was Spanish and was one of the top guys in one of the big banks in Spain. His mother was English and from a wealthy family as well. He was studying at Oxford and was on his way home for the summer. I looked at him closely, wondering if he was telling me the truth. Not that it mattered to me what he had in the bank. I was more interested in what he had in other places.

I finished my sandwich and sat back to enjoy my beer. In Spain they sell beer in really small measures so I wasn’t worried about the alcohol affecting my judgement.

I looked at him over my glass as I sipped my beer. “I still don’t know your name.” I said. “Mine is Nathan.”

“Over here I’m called Juan.” he said “but in England I usually go by the name of John. You can call me by whichever name you like.”

“Juan, I like Juan better. After all we are in Spain now.”

He smiled broadly and as I stood up I thought I noticed his eyes drop to my crotch for a second. ‘Did I just imagine that’ I thought.

“I’m just going to the mens room before we go.” I told him.

“Me too” he said, as he scooted after me.

The men’s room was more of a mens cupboard. Just big enough to fit two people in but with only one urinal and one toilet. I went to the urinal and relieved myself. I wasn’t wearing anything except a tee-shirt and underwear so I just pushed my leathers a bit lower and pulled out my cock. I couldn’t help noticing that it was semi hard. This kid was having more of an effect on me than I’d realised. I finished up and moved to the sink to wash my hands. From where I stood I could see into the toilet. Juan hadn’t shut the door and as he stood with his back to me I could see that he didn’t seem to be wearing any underwear at all. He had pushed his leathers almost half way down his ass. I could see his cheeks and the sweet crack of his hairless ass. The muscles were well defined and stood out proudly as he tensed them, pushing his hips forward to shake off the last drops. My cock immediately sprang to full attention.

“Can you help me get these leathers back over my shoulders?” I asked him. “They’re a bit tight.”

“Sure!” he said, moving round behind me. “Pull your tee-shirt down first though.” He suggested.

When I didn’t react he put his hand on my lower back and grasping the hem of my tee-shirt he pulled it down into the seat of my leathers. For a second his hand seemed to caress my cheeks.

“Okay, your turn.” I said, turning to face him.

He turned his back to me without a comment.

“Can you push my tee-shirt down as well?” He asked.

I took hold of the hem beween my thumb and first finger so that I could place the flat of my hand against his skin. I pulled down and as I did so stroked his smooth round ass cheeks. He shivered.

“A bit more on the other side.” he said.

I repeated the operation but this time more slowly, savouring the sensation. He seemed to push his ass back into my hand just a fraction. But it was a fraction that I noticed.

“Thanks!” he said, as I pulled out my hand. “That’s great!”. He turned and gave me a cheeky smile. It looked like this was going to be an interesting 250 miles.

We went out to my bike and I jumped on to start it up.

“Where’s your stuff?” I asked him.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I left it at the garage with my bike. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick it up.” With that he hopped on behind me and made himself comfortable.

“Ready when you are!” He shouted through the visor of his helmet.

Normally experienced bikers hold onto the grab handles at the back of the bike or just sit with their hands on their thighs. The fact that Juan put his arms lightly on my hips told me that either he wasn’t experienced or that he wasn’t afraid of getting intimate. I hoped it was the latter. One thing was for certain though. I had long ago learned that when lady luck shines down on you, it’s best not to ask too many questions. Just go with the flow and enjoy the ride!

We pulled out onto the road and I accelerated hard. Juan tightened his grip and moved his hands a little further forward. Gradually, as we weaved past the cars, what had been a light grip became a full blown hug. After about an hour, as we approached a lay-by, Juan tapped me on the helmet and indicated for me to pull over.

As I stopped the bike he shouted apologetically “Sorry! I need to take a pee.”

“Okay!” I said. “Me too! That beer went straight through me.”

We both hopped off the bike and made our way towards some trees that formed a small coppice at the side of the road. Juan slipped his shoulders out of his leathers and pushed them down far enough to be able to get his cock out. I found a spot close to him and took my time. The truth was that I didn’t really need to pee. I just wanted to get another look at that spectacular ass of his.

I could see that he had stopped peeing now but instead of tucking himself back in he just stood there holding it in his hand and, seemingly, admiring the view.

I pulled out my cock, not trying to hide the fact that it was growing by the second. He gave me a lingering look over his shoulder and said “Boy it’s hot! I’m going to take this thing off”. As he spoke he pulled his tee-shirt off over his head. His body was as well defined as his ass but slim and light just like his face. I gulped nervously as the blood pumped into my cock and it leapt upward. He didn’t say anything but instead began to walk, still with his cock in his hand, deeper into the wood. I followed him nervously, darting a quick look around to see if anyone was watching but the place was deserted except for us two. As I went I slipped my tee-shirt off.

As soon as he was out of site of the traffic he turned to face me. I could see now that his cock was at full mast. Standing proudly and pointing at the blue sky. He was stunning! We didn’t have to talk. We both new what we wanted and had decided that we were going to have it. I walked up to him and placed my hands on his shoulders. He put his hands on my waist and pulled our naked bodies together. The heat from his skin almost seemed to burn me. My hands wandered over his back and down to his firm cheeks. I squeezed them hard and pulled him too me as pressed my hard cock against his and our probing tongues entered each others mouths.

I pushed his leathers further down as I slid my tongue down over his neck and onto his chest. I quickly found a nipple and began to nip it gently with my teeth. He moaned softly and took in a sharp breath. At the same time my hands worked his ass, rubbing and squeezing his cheeks, my fingers probing deeper and deeper into his crack searching for his hole. I could feel his hot rod of flesh as it pressed into my lower chest. In a sudden movement I dipped lower crouching to take the head of his glorious cock into my mouth. He began to thrust almost before it had passed my lips. I sucked it in hungrily, working my tongue over his glans and teasing the opening at the tip. He took my head in both hands and thrust with his hips while pulling my head onto his shaft. I gagged as he pushed it into my throat.

We were like two men possessed. He fell to his knees and kissed me again as well fell to the grassy floor. We hugged each other as we rolled thrusting with our tongues and our hips, pressing our bodies together as if trying to make them into one. He began to pull at my leathers trying to strip them off me.

“Wait!” I said. Sitting up and undoing my boots.

He did the same and in moments we were both completely naked. We tossed our clothes aside and lay again on the cool grass. The sun flickered through the branches of the trees making patterns on our bodies. The heat was intense and even in this semi shade and in our naked state it was still hot enough to make us sweat. I lay on top of him and licked the salt off his neck. I sat up on his chest placing my cock and balls near his mouth. He took hold of my cock, slowly stroking it and began to suck on my balls. I reached behind and took hold of his member. The pre-cum lubricated my hand as I began to slide it up and down his shaft. He lifted his hips, thrusting.

His cock was long and slim, just like him. The skin was smooth and even, as it often is in young people and it was as straight as an arrow. I moved back slightly and leaned forward enough for the head of my rod to touch his lips. At the same time this put the crack of my ass within range of his bone hard member. I pressed it firmly between my cheeks and he pumped his hips sliding it into the crack and teasing my hole. At the same time he sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, groaning with pleasure.

He took my cock out of his mouth for a second. “I want to fuck you!” He gasped.

I didn’t say anything. Instead I leaned further forward kissing him, sliding my ass further back until it was positioned over his hips. Raising myself slightly I spat on my hand to provide lubrication and placed it over the head of his cock, adding my juices to his. I took a firm grip of his cock and placed the head against my hole. Slowly he began to enter me. My hole expanded to take in this welcome guest and after a few seconds the head passed the sphincter. His eyes opened wide and I groaned with pleasure.

I leaned forward placing my hands on his shoulders as I lowered myself slowly onto his hot hard shaft. He was groaning and moaning almost as loud as me as he lifted his hips trying to press himself deeper and deeper into me. I threw my head back and gasped as he began to pound my prostate.

“You like that don’t you?” He whispered. “You like being fucked! I’m gona fuck you HARD! I’m gonna fuck your brains out!” he groaned as he gave an especially hard deep thrust.

“Yeh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I begged as I rode his shaft.

The sweat was beading on my chest as he pounded my ass.

“Change position!” He commanded. I lifted off him quickly moving to all fours as he knelt up moving around behind me.

He positioned his cock and entered me with one hard thrust.

“Argghh!” I shouted.

He slapped my ass with his hand and began to pump his cock in and out. He rotated his hips as he pounded my ass, slapping me again. The pleasure was almost too much to bare and I panted and groaned loudly.

“Take it! Take it!” he commanded.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me hard! I begged.

He leaned forward wrapping his arms around my chest and began to bite my neck. I was jerking my own cock hard now and could feel the first waves of climax starting to build.

“Fuck me!” I repeated. “I’m gonna cum!”

He quickened his pace pounding in and out of me like a machine. Our shouts of pleasure mixed with pain filled the air.

“I’m nearly there!” he groaned. “Gonna cum!”

I worked my cock faster as suddenly he began to spasm. He thrust deep into me groaning loudly into my ear.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

My cum began to surge through my balls as we began to cum together. My juice splattered the ground in large gobs as he knelt up and pushed as deep as he could.

“Oh fuck yes!” He shouted, slapping my ass one last time. before collapsing back on top of me.

He slowed his thrusting and panted breathlessly into my ear. “That was amazing! I think I love you!”

I chuckled breathlessly. “I loved you as soon as I clapped eyes on you!” I replied laughing softly.

Still united we moved slightly to one side and I lay face down on the grass. I could still feel his cock occasionally spasming inside me. He remained lying on top of me kissing my neck.

“Do you want to make a short stop in Madrid?” he asked.

“Sure, why not.” I told him. “After all, I am on holiday.”

Sex in the Swimming Pool

I have always loved swimming. Perhaps because I learned to do it at an early age, or perhaps because I was good at it. On the other hand, perhaps it was because I quickly realised that it was a good place to see almost naked guys. When I discovered goggles I was in heaven. I would put them on and practice submerging myself. Breathing out just enough to sink I would sit on the bottom for increasing lengths of time looking up at the young lithe bodies above me. Trying to pick out the details of what lay below those thin speedos.

As I became a teenager my interest grew and I often had to try really hard to get rid of my erection before I could leave the pool and head towards the changing room at the end of my swim session.

One day, unusually, I was doing lengths, concentrating on my style and trying to do some serious work. After a set of lengths done at maximum effort I stopped at the wall to take a breather. Just behind me was a guy who I hadn’t paid much attention to that moment. He was about my age, 18, with short dark hair. He pulled up beside me and casually spreading his arms on the side of the pool like a bird about to take flight. Just like me he had no body hair and by his physical appearance I guessed that he was serious swimmer. His broad shoulders matched his strong chest and looking down through the water I could see a slim waist and well defined stomach. I took the opportunity to demist my goggles and after putting them back on I dipped under water to test their water tightness.

Of course, I took the opportunity to snatch a glimpse in the direction of his speedos. I could clearly make out a pair of heavy balls and the curve of his cock as it lay to one side. The head was clearly visible and I wondered if he was circumcised. As I popped up above the water again I noticed a slight smile on his face and I quickly looked away.

For the next half an hour we played a game of follow the leader. I would swim a couple of lengths and he would follow, taking rest when I did. Then he would lead off and I would do the same. Eventually we began to lose our shyness a little and we began to talk.

“Hi!” He said to me. “Your a good swimmer. Are you in a team?”

“No.” I responded, blushing a little. “I just swim for fun and to keep in shape.”

“Yeh? Well it seems to working.” he said flatteringly.

I wasn’t used to praise, especially when it had to do with my physical appearance. Not that I was bad looking. I had been called cute more than once. I was popular at school and had a group of ‘followers’ that used to argue about whose turn it was to sit next to me, so I couldn’t exactly have been ugly. I just wasn’t used to other boys saying it so plainly. My colour deepened and I shrugged my shoulders as I mumbled “Well you look pretty fit as well.” He just smiled without responding.

To cover my embarrassment I set off on another set of lengths. This time he didn’t follow me. Instead he waited patiently for me to return. After a couple of laps I managed to calm down a little and took up my place at his side again. We were in the deep end of the pool so to support ourselves we were stood on a little shelf that protruded about 4 ft below the water line. It was only about 3 inches wide but it was enough. As I caught my breath I noticed that he was looking at me in a curious way. He repositioned himself slightly and I suddenly felt his foot touch mine. I didn’t move. After a few seconds he moved a little more and this time his whole foot lay on top of mine. Still I didn’t move. He looked at me and smiled.

“What are you called?” He asked quietly.

“Nathan” I replied. “And you?”

“James.” He replied

A slightly awkward silence followed as he moved his food gently over mine. I started to get an erection as I wondered where this was leading. I had never done anything like this before and although I knew that I liked guys I had never dared to act on it. At the time I was living in Manchester, England. At the time it wasn’t exactly known for it’s liberal attitudes. Although all of that has changed a lot in recent years. As we had become more intimate I now dared to take a closer look at him. His skin was smooth and even except for a few freckles around his nose. His hair was dark but had eyes the colour of rust. His look was intense and intelligent but also gentle. I could see that his teeth were white and even, as you might expect in a 17 year old. He was lightly muscled and his nipples were small and dark against his pale even skin. His chest was broad and clearly defined just like his stomach but his general appearance was softened by his youth.

It was time to see where this was going, if anywhere. I managed to get my growing erection under control and began to lift myself out of the pool.

“I think I’m going to get changed.” I said.

“Me too!” He responded.

He turned to face the wall and we both lifted ourselves out of the pool in a single smooth motion. I looked over at James as he lifted himself out. The water ran off him making his skin shine. His sky blue trunks hugged a firm, well defined ass and the material disappeared up the crack between his round cheeks defining their perfect shape. I suddenly realised I was staring and looked up at his face only to see that he was looking fixedly at my ass. We both looked at each other and laughed nervously. I walked towards the changing rooms and he followed behind me. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he worked his way over every inch of my body. It made me feel nervous and I speeded up a little leaving him behind.

We entered the large changing room. It had an open design with the lockers around the walls and benches in the middle. I went over to my locker taking the key off my wristband as I went. As I opened it I looked around the room to see where he was. He was on the other side of the room almost opposite me but about 7 yards away. I felt a bit disappointed that he wasn’t closer but then realised it was for the best. Even from this distance his lithe body was turning me on and I had to turn away and grab my towel from the locker to dry myself and cover up the expanding bulge in my swimming trunks.

We both began to dry ourselves off slowly. It was mid week and the middle of the afternoon so the room was almost empty. Just a couple of kids in the corner and an older guy of about 25 over to one side. As we dried ourselves off we looked at each other from across the room. James casually slipped his trunks down to the floor as he held his towel in from of him to cover his cock and balls. His ass was the best I had ever seen. Smooth and round with dimples in the side that just made me want to go over and fuck him where he stood. I slipped off my own trunks as the kids disappeared into the pool area. James looked over at me examining me closely. I could see the hunger in his eyes even from across the room.

Standing naked he began to dry himself. As he moved the towel over his body he twisted and turned revealing first his perfect ass and then turning to let me see his heavy cock as it hung between his firm legs. I could see that it was semi hard and I started to have problems controlling my own swelling fuck pole as it filled with blood. I tried not to touch it or look down at it but I could feel that it was getting beyond what was acceptable in public. His eyes widened as he looked over at me and I knew why. I was growing rapidly and I knew from experience that I had gone beyond the point of no return. I would soon reach my full seven inches. I covered myself with my towel and sat on one of the benches to hide my pulsing cock.

At the side of the room in one corner, was a set of six cubicles, usually reserved for fathers with very young children. They were positioned in a small recess in groups of three, facing each other. James looked at me fixedly as he gathered up his clothes and headed for one of the cubicles. I got the message and gathered up my things as well and followed him, balling up my clothes in front of me to act as a shield to prevent people seeing what was happening.

James walked casually into the cubicle at the far end on the left and I went into the one opposite. James didn’t close his door and neither did I. Now we could see each other but nobody could see us. We put our clothes on the benches in our respective cubicles and turned to face each other. By now I had a full blown hard-on and he was almost as far advanced. His large cock stood at right angles to his body. It was pulsing rhythmically and with each pulse it lifted a little higher. He wasn’t circumcised and as his cock expanded the foreskin began to peal back slowly. He was stunning! He picked up his towel and began to dry himself again, even though he didn’t have a drop of water on his body. He turned showing himself to me in profile. His now rigid boner was pointing at the ceiling and almost touching his firm abs. I was getting more and more turned on and was quickly losing all inhibitions. I grasped my own rod and pulled back the foreskin revealing the shiny smooth head. James licked his dry lips nervously as he placed his hands on his ass cheeks, squeezing and rubbing them as he closed his eyes. I could almost see the waves of pleasure running through his toned body.

Suddenly the man, who had been the only other person left in the changing rooms, appeared in front of us. He had waited a few minutes and then followed us. We had been so wrapped up in our lust for one another that we hadn’t noticed him approaching. James still had his eyes closed and had moved one hand from his ass to his cock and had begun to slide his hand slowly along its full length. The man looked at him wide eyed and then at me. I had was fully exposed with one hand on my cock as well. My mouth dropped open in surprise and I grabbed for something to cover me up. At the same time I coughed loudly to try to alert James. James’s eyes shot open and he sprang into action, slamming the door to his cubicle closed, which was something I had not thought of doing. The man didn’t seem at all bothered and said quietly. “No need to panic boys!”

As I said before, he was about twenty five, medium height and well built in an athletic sort of way. He was almost fully dressed and was wearing a white tee-shirt and jeans. He still hadn’t put on his socks and shoes though, and the hem of his jeans was damp from the water on the floor. He walked towards my door before I could shut it and said quietly,

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to report you or anything! I’m Stephen. I’m just going to go over there.” He indicated the cubicle at the side of the one that James was in. “You don’t mind do you?”

I just shook my head. After all, it didn’t really make any difference. He was going to do it anyway and if I wanted to I could close my door, get dressed and escape the whole situation. Nothing was stopping me. Instead I only half closed the door, leaving it open enough to see the guy, who I now knew was called Stephen, and still see James’s door as well.

Slowly James opened his door a crack and poked his head out. Stephen had moved to the cubicle at his side and was sitting on the bench with his legs spread wide.

“Has he gone?” James mouthed without speaking.

I shook my head and looked in the direction of Stephen. James looked at the partition that separated them and then ducked down to look under it. He could see Stephens legs. He stood up again and looked across at me. I opened my door wide and dropped my towel revealing my now semi-hard cock hanging at 45 degrees, still heavy and swollen but not fully hard. I looked at James and shrugged as if to say ‘what the hell!’

I now had an audience of two and I was beginning to like it. I put the towel on my head and rubbed my hair forming it into my usual mop of tousled semi blond locks. My body was well tanned and I knew that this was when I looked my best. Naked, fresh from the water, flushed with exercise and sex. My dick began to grow again.

The man opposite had no hesitation. He undid his trousers revealing his own swollen member. He pulled it out and then stretched his white tee-shirt over both it and his firm balls. He grabbed it in both hands and squeezed it hard making the head swell. I looked at James but he couldn’t see what I could. However, he could see the effect it was having on me as my cock sprang to full hardness in about five seconds. He looked at me hungrily and cautiously opened his door. It wasn’t really that he was scared, more taken by surprise. And now that he was regaining his composure he was also regaining his nerve.

He looked over at me and then ducked down again to have a look under the partition. This time he ducked lower and could see more. By the time he stood up again he too had a full boner.

Taking my aching cock in my hand I began to pull on it again. This time I angled myself so that James had a side view and Stephen could see my firm ass as I squeezed my cheeks together tensing my cock and making it expand. James grabbed his pulsating pole and began to wank it feverishly. For a moment I thought he was going to spurt his load there and then, but just as suddenly has he had started he stopped. I could see his heart beating in his chest and his cock bouncing to the same rhythm. He was so sexy that I just wanted to eat him!

Stephen had other ideas though. He stood up from his seat and moved to the centre of the aisle. We now formed a triangle and we could all see each other. Stephen was taking the biggest risk being in plain view if anyone should walk into the changing room. He dropped his trousers to the floor and lifted his tee-shirt revealing a cock that was both longer and thicker than either mine or James’s. He cupped his balls in one hand and began to wank with the other. James and I did the same. We were now in full circle jerk mode as we began to race towards climax.

BANG! We heard the door into the changing room swing open as a group of kids came bursting in noisily. Stephen shuffled in a panic towards my cubicle and I moved to let him in. He squeezed past me and I closed the door as the changing room filled with the raucous cries of teenagers.

We stood there frozen. I had hardly taken my eyes off Stephens massive cock in all of this time. And now as he listened at the door I reached out and cupped his balls in my hands. He let out a little gasp and turned to face me. Then dropping to his knees he began to lick the tip of my cock before placing his big hands on my ass cheeks and pulling me towards him. My cock slid into his mouth and the heat engulfed me.

Just then there was a little tap at the door. Stephen didn’t move or release his grip on my ass. Instead he began to slide his hungry mouth up and down my shaft. I began to tremble with sexual excitement. The tap came again and was more insistent. I undid the catch on the door and opened it a little. As I suspected it was James. I tried to move to let him in but it was difficult with Stephen attached to my cock. I shuffled around and eventually he was able to squeeze past the door.

He was met by the sight of Stephen devouring my cock. My legs were shaking and I groaned involuntarily as his firm hands, still cupping my ass cheeks, pulled me even deeper into his throat. James moved into position at my side and Stephen immediately took hold of his fuck pole. He began to slowly jerk his cock and massage his balls. James turned his head towards me. He looked deeply into my eyes and reaching out with both hands held my head as he leaned towards me, kissing me deeply. I felt his tongue probe my mouth and I could hardly catch my breath as I gasped with pleasure.

Stephen now released my cock and replaced it with James’s. James eyes opened wide as he felt the hot smooth mouth engulf his throbbing glans. Stephens hands now worked my cock and for a second I thought I was going to blow my wad. Just in time he stopped and stood up. Turning to face each other James and I wrapped our arms around each other in a passionate hug, pressing our cocks together and pumping our hips as we felt them slide over each other.

Stephen moved around behind James. Over James shoulder I could see what he was doing. He placed his hands, one on each cheek and prized them apart. He now pushed his face deep into James crack and I could just see is tongue darting in and out. James began to whimper with pleasure and push back against Stephens tongue. Over the next few minutes James began to bend over further and further, giving his willing hole to Stephen. I then knelt down in front of him and took his rigid, bone hard cock into my mouth. His eyes were glazed and distant as his whole being tried to cope with the avalanche of pleasure that he was feeling. The juice from his cock was sweet and I licked it hungrily. I wanted take a part of him into me and make it mine. I began to work his cock hoping that he would cum in my mouth but Stephen had other ideas.

Standing up he came to my side and whispered into my ear, “Now your turn!”

Moving round behind me I felt his firm hands grasp my cheeks and prize them apart. I immediately bent over, offering myself to him. As I did so, James turned his back to me and also bent over. As I felt the first gentle intrusion of Stephens tongue push into my hole I was also able to push mine into James. We both groaned and reached for our cocks beginning to jerk them slowly.

Stephen continued to work his tongue deeper and deeper into me. Suddenly I became aware that he had replaced his tongue with a finger. He was now stood behind my and one finger soon became two and then three. I almost screamed, not from pain but because of the extreme stimulation as he found my prostate and began to massage it. I didn’t know that such a level of pleasure was possible. I wanted to let James feel the same level of pleasure so I replace my tongue with one of my fingers and as Stephen probed me I slowly increased the depth of my own probing into James.

I was burning-up with desire and gasped “Fuck me!”

“What?” Stephen asked.

“Fuck me!” I repeated.

Without hesitation he slipped his fingers out and I felt the massive head of his cock press against my hole. He took my hips in his large hands pulling me back onto his stiff pole. The head slid past the entrance and began to enter me.

“Aaarrrggheee” I cried. But Stephen didn’t stop. He pushed deeper and I felt the whole length of his pole begin to slide into me. I stood up trying to slow down Stephens asault on my hole and as I did so he reached round and placed his hands on my chest, feeling for my nipples and gently tweeking them. He bit my neck nipping at the skin with his teeth. At the same time he pulled back and then thrust his hips forwards once again entering me.

James now turned to face me. Through the fog of lust I saw him move closer and drop to his knees. The heat of his mouth enveloped the head of my cock and as Stephen increased the speed and depths of his thrusts he pushed my forward into the passionate mouth of James. I began to feel every nerve of my body tingling as I came close to climax. I warned James.

“I’m gonna cum!” I gasped.

James stood up and began to kiss me passionately, muffling my groans. Stephen was pumping his fuck pole deep into me making me give a little whimper with every thrust.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I panted.

James grasped both our cocks in his hands, rubbing them together. He to started to moan and I knew that he was close.

“Cumming! Gonna cum!” I managed to squeeze out between breaths and hard passionate kisses.

“Me too!” breathed James, trying not to make too much noise.

He let go of my cock and we both began to jerk our own, leaning on each other for support. Suddenly he groaned loudly and a hot spurt of semen splashed on my balls. The sensation pushed me over the edge and we both began to squirt our milk onto each others cocks and stomachs. Seeing what was happening Stephen pulled out an immediatly began to spray my back with his juice. We almost forgot about the noise we were making as we felt the waves of orgasm run through our bodies.

Finally, the sensation subsided and we came to our senses. Stephen quickly pulled up his trousers and made a quick exit, winking at us as he slipped out of the cubicle. James looked at me tenderly and taking my head in his hands lifted my face and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

“Thanks!” he said. “Lets do this again some time. But for now lets grab a shower and go and have a coffee.

That was the beginning of a long and happy relationship with James. We had many more adventures together, as well as apart. Perhaps I’ll write about some of them.

The Best Bus Ride of My Life

I was in my last year at school and on my way to the end of year party that was being held in the sports hall.  I was 18 and had never had sex with a guy. Of course, I had messed around with my mates a bit. The usual ‘horse-play’, wrestling with one or two of them on the floor of my living room when my parents were at work. We would strip down to the waist and take off our shoes and socks and try to pin each other for a count of three. I always had a raging boner even before we began, so you can imagine, after a few minutes of forcing my an arm between my best mates legs, grasping his ass and feeling the heat of his balls against my forearm I was ready to cum in my pants! But that’s another story.

On this occasion I was on the public bus travelling from my home to school. It was the first hot day of June and I was on the top deck of a double-decker bus. The type you always see in the tourist images of London. We were stuck in traffic as usual and the bus was moving in fits and starts and boy was it hot! I took off my sweat top to cool down and laid it on the seat beside me. I always tried to get a seat at the back of the bus because that way, if there were only a few people, and I got horny (which was almost always)I could whip out my cock and stroke it slowly without anyone noticing. It really gave me a thrill to think that I was jerking off with other people sat just a few feet away and they didn’t even realise! Today, under my sweatshirt, I was wearing a plain black t-shirt. it was quite baggy and pulled it out of my trousers to help with the ventilation.

The bus approached yet another stop and I heard the doors open. From my high position I could see people leaving the bus and others waiting patiently to get on. My eyes scanned the group as they came aboard, picking out the attractive young guys. One in particular caught my eye. He was medium height with beautiful smooth skin and light brown hair. He entered the bus and a few seconds later I heard his footsteps as he ran up the stairs. He was stunning! He had eyes that were so blue that even from my position near the back of the bus I could see them standing out against his lightly tanned face. He moved towards the back of the bus glancing at the other passengers, trying to decide where to sit. He looked at me and I quickly looked away, hoping that he wouldn’t notice that I had been staring at him.

He spotted an empty seat, across the isle from me, and casually swung himself into it, sitting at an angle with his back to the window and half facing me. I’m sure that I began to blush as I tried to look straight ahead. The bus moved off and I adjusted my t-shirt to cover my crotch and hide my growing erection. I tried not to look at him but it was really hard. He was gorgeous and I really wanted to just stare at him and take in all the details of his smooth features and honed body. It didn’t help that he seemed to be looking in my direction quite a lot as well. My heart began to pound in my chest as I started to fantasise about what his hard cock might look like. By now my own boner was straining to be let free and I casually moved my hand down and rubbed it a couple of times. It tingled as waves of pleasure moved from the throbbing tip to the base of my balls and through to my ass. The boy on the other seat now looked at me fixedly and I began to panic a little. Had he noticed what I was doing?

The answer to my question soon became obvious as he mirrored what I had just done and rubbed his own crotch. I couldn’t help looking as his hand passed over what I now realised was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. I swallowed nervously and looked away. Had he deliberately copied my movements? I decided to find out. I placed my hand on my crotch but didn’t move it. He did the same. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, I began to rub with the heal of my hand against the swollen head of my cock. Again, he copied my movements. I began to sweat a little with the excitement and the heat. I passed my hand over my brow and he wiped his at almost the same time.

I decided to be a little braver. I sat sideways on the seat with one leg stretched out over the cushion and slid my hand just under the waist of my trousers so that the tips of my fingers could touch my cock. He lifted up and his t-shirt to expose his smooth hard stomach. He gently pressed on the smooth flesh creating a gap between his trousers and his stomach and slid his whole hand into his trousers. At the same time he looked at me half smiling and half challenging, daring me to go further. I looked nervously around the bus. There were only a few people on this deck and they were oblivious to what was going on. I undid the top button of my trousers and slid down my flies. My hot pulsating cock stretched the thin fabric of my white briefs.

He removed his hand from his trousers, undid his belt then his buttons and finally, lifting his firm ass of the seat, slid his trousers part way down his thighs. I could now see his massive cock lifting the material of his underwear and the swollen head clearly outlined. I began to shake with nervous excitement and hesitated. I had never done anything like this before. He saw that I needed more encouragement and he gave it too me. He quickly pulled up his trousers again and stood up, moving across to my side of the bus. I moved my leg and he sat down beside me. I still had my trousers open and I was about to fasten them up again but he stopped me by placing his hand over mine. Instead he again opened his trousers and slid them down to his knees. I felt a mix of panic and excitement. What should I do next? Should I get off the bus and run away before this went too far? What if we were caught? How would I explain it? I made my mind up to stay when he reached for his cock and squeezed it, opening his mouth in a breathless gasp of pleasure.

I was captivated by the stunning beauty of this guy. The fact that he had the biggest cock I had ever seen multiplied my desire to have him by ten. As he released he hold on his cock I saw a damp spot where the pre-cum had oozed from rock hard member. I had a sudden impulse to touch it but I resisted for now. He looked at me and then at my throbbing, aching cock. God, how I wanted to just spurt my load then and there! The sexual tension was almost unbearable. Slowly I put my hand down on the seat between us, just touching the skin of his exposed thigh. I felt a tingle as I touched the warm smooth skin.

He was obviously braver than me, and perhaps more experienced, because without further hesitation he reached behind me and slid his hand between my trousers and my ass. His middle finger slid into the crevice between my cheeks and touched the sensitive spot at the base of my spine. I almost slid onto the floor, weak with pleasure.

With his other hand he lifted the waistband of his underwear and for the first time I saw the smooth shiny head of his exposed rod of flesh. He pulled the waistband farther down exposing his full length and hooked it under his swollen balls. All this time his face remained almost impassive but I could see a flush of blood in his face and a glassy look in his eyes that told me he was in a world of pleasure. With my free hands I took hold of the waistband of my own underwear and imitated what he had done. A feeling of liberation, danger and excitement washed over me and an involuntary wave of pleasure caused me to tense, filling my already swollen cock with yet more blood as it expanded beyond what I had thought possible.

Still stroking and probing with his finger between my ass cheeks, he looked quickly around the bus to make sure nobody was watching and then leaned over me. Without warning he took my throbbing cock into his hot mouth. I groaned audibly, but above the noise of the engine nobody heard me. I was already close to cumming and I didn’t know how long I could hold on. As he leaned over over me sucking hungrily on my cock his ass was more visible to me. It was the most perfect ass I had ever seen. The muscles were clearly visible and the deep crevice was so inviting. I immediately slid my hand deep into his trousers, seeking and finding his hole. I pressed firmly with my middle finger almost entering him. His groan vibrated through my cock and I could feel the first waves of climax.

“I’m gonna cum!” I whispered. Trying to lift his head of my tingling cock.

Instead of lifting off me he took me deeper into his throat. Massaging my glans as he pushed his own finger against my hole, entering me.

“urrrggghhh!” I groaned. “Gunna cummmmm!!” I said almost unintelligibly as he pounded my cock with his throat.

He quickened his rhythm and pushed his finger deeper into me. My whole body went stiff as I desperately tried to lift his head, but he wasn’t going to release me. I felt the first convulsion as my balls released their load. I could feel my juices surge up my cock and explode down his throat. I lifted my hips pushing as deep as I could. He pushed back sucking up my milk.

“ahhhh! ahhhh! aaaaahhhh!” I gasped in ecstasy. Spurt after spurt entered his throat but not a drop came out of his mouth. Slowly I began to relax and come back to my senses. He sat up and wiped his mouth, quickly fastening up his trousers pushing his still hard cock back into place.

I felt almost stunned with the unexpected pleasure but he still had his senses about him. Smiling at me he stood up and moved towards the front of the bus. I realised that I still had my cock and balls exposed for all the world to see as he turned and winked at me before descending the stairs. Quickly I put sorted out my clothes, smiling and not quite believing what had happened. I looked at my watch making a mental note to catch this same bus again as soon as possible.

Army Games

A few years ago I was a member of Her Majesty’s forces. One of the ‘elite’. In other words, a paratrooper in the British Army. Looking back it’s hard to say why I joined. I wasn’t the typical ‘Para’ type. I was 5’10”, which was okay, but I was also very slim, almost skinny in fact. Not the usual build for your “ruffy tuffy para” as we laughingly called ourselves. What I had in abundance though was determination, fitness and brains. By the end of basic training (Called ‘p’ company) I was elected champion recruit by the senior officers. This meant I got a little bronze statue of a Para in full kit and had my name engraved on an artillery shell that was displayed in the barracks. Again, looking back, it all seems a bit surreal but at the time I was really proud.

Now the thing about the British Army, just as with the Marine Core or U.S. Army or whatever, was that it was at the same time super hetro and super gay! I mean, where else would a group of guys play drinking games that involved getting naked and sucking each other off, while at the same time, wanting to kill every ‘puff’ on the planet? But that was daily life in HM Forces. A complete contradiction.

Of course I didn’t realise that at first. At first I was an innocent recruit, trying not too look too hard at the amazing asses and swinging cocks that I saw every day in the showers. Trying to take it in my stride and not react when I passed a guy lying on his bunk with a porno magazine open on his chest and an enormous stiffy in his hands having a slow wank. That was normal…. right?

Of course there were guys that I fancied. After all I was surrounded by some of the fittest most energetic young men that the UK had to offer. They were young, full of hormones and bursting to prove themselves in every sense. Who wouldn’t at least look! There was one guy, for example, that had the most amazing legs. Now I’m not a legs guy, but this guy just had the most perfect, sexy, well formed, long and attractive legs that I have ever seen. Even the most rampant ‘hetro’ in our company said that looking at them reminded him of his girlfriend and made him want to fuck him! The guy with the legs just grinned when anyone made comments but you could tell that  he was lapping it up.

I have to admit, sexually I was a slow starter. I had had lot’s of fantasies involving guys but I had always thought that what they told us in school was true. That it was just a passing phase and that eventually I would get over it. How wrong can you be!

So here I found myself, a young, super fit, super horny guy surrounded by a bunch of sex gods. I wanked at every opportunity but I never though any of my fantasies could come true. That is, until I met a guy that we called ‘Chopper’. Reputedly he was called Chopper because that was the slang name for cock and he had a big one. He was a quiet guy. Tall and handsome with a boyish look. You could say he was almost shy. He made me look like a child at the side of him but somehow I always felt like he needed looking after. It was strange. He just had that effect on me. The odd thing was that he seemed to feel the same way towards me.

Being paratroopers we had to jump out of aeroplanes a  lot. Hercules aeroplanes to be exact. One of the things that civilians don’t realise is that when Para’s jump, their parachutes have a maximum load carrying capacity. What this translates to is that the smaller you are the more you can carry when you jump. So what you see is the little guys loaded down like camels and the really big guys jumping with minimum kit! Of course once you are out of the aeroplane it’s all the same. The problem is that the little guy has to carry that load until the moment he leaves the plane. The solution is to put a big guy behind the little guy so that he can help him support the weight. And that was how me and Chopper became ‘jump buddies’. It was also how I found out exactly just how big his cock really was, hard!

When we went on exercise we would often be in the field, literally, for days at a time. Now this was the British Army so we didn’t bring showers with us or toilets or any of the fancy kit you might hope for. It was us with what we carried on our backs. A shovel to go the toilet and wash in the nearest stream if you were lucky enough to be in a place with streams. Because of that most of the guys ‘went commando’. It was just easier and healthier that way.

So one day we were loaded up to the eyeballs for a big jump. Several aircraft were full to bursting point. We could hardly move in there. After several hours of low level flying we were all feeling the need to get out and when the call went out to ‘hook up’ we leapt into action. I hooked on my reserve and then the kit that hung below it. It was heavy! Even without the movement of the plane I could hardly stand and when we banked over and pulled g’s it was impossible. I tried locking my knees but the movements of the plane forced me to move as well and I found myself collapsing to the floor. That was when chopper came to the rescue. Being lightly loaded he was able to get close to me. Seeing my distress he moved up behind me and hooked his massive arms under my armpits, grasping my chest straps, he hoisted me almost clear of the ground. By now the sweat was poring from me and I was beginning to wonder how I was going to survive the jump. After a few minutes though I began to recover and feel more optimistic.

The aircraft seemed to be swaying around more than usual and we kept getting very close up views of the hills as they flashed by. That didn’t worry us though. We were used to it. What was more difficult was the length of time that we were being kept hooked up without jumping. Normally it’s just long enough to check that everyone is secure and then the doors open. Within a couple of minutes we get the green light and we begin our shuffle towards the void. This time it wasn’t happening. After what seemed an eternity of being tossed around we got the call to unhook. Conditions were just too bad to jump and it was being called off. We all groaned, partly with relief and partly disappointment. Of course, we would only admit to disappointment.

Immediately I reached down and unhooked my kit and it dropped heavily to the floor. Chopper was still holding my and the sudden reduction in weight caused him to lift me off the ground. This guy was strong! As he did so the aircraft gave another lurch and we fell backwards. We were the last two in the line so chopper went flat on his back and I ended up sat on his crotch. I quickly realised that what I could feel pressing into my ass cheeks was not his rifle! I casually reached back with my hands to support myself and push myself to my feet, taking the opportunity to feel through the thin material of his combat trousers. Wow! I was stunned! I probably stayed in that position just a bit too long because I was captivated by the pulsing bar of steel that was his massive cock. I could even feel the head clearly defined under my grasp. I pushed myself to my feet and let go. Looking back, Chopper was hurriedly scrambling to his feet. He had actually reddened with embarrassment. I just laughed loudly and he smiled back looking a bit shame faced. Above the noise of the aircraft we couldn’t hear each other speak so I mouthed the word slowly ‘W.O.W!’ and laughed again. He took a swipe at my helmeted head banging it against the padded wall of the aircraft and I crossed my eyes and wobbled my head in mock cartoon style. Then we both dropped back into our seats for the journey home still smiling broadly.

Now that the flight had been cancelled and we were on our way back home, things began to lighten up a bit. The RAF (Royal Air Force) provided us with sandwiches and juice and we began eating hungrily. But that wasn’t the only thing I was hungry for. I couldn’t stop thinking about the thick pole that I had felt through the material of Choppers trousers.  As we ate side by side, I would glance over at him, wondering exactly what he had hidden below the food tray that he had on his lap. He seemed to read my thoughts. If I stared for too long he would give me a playful nudge in the ribs with his elbow. I would look up at him in mock surprise lifting up my arms in a gesture of puzzlement and mouthing the word ‘What?’ Then grinning widely. He would just grin back and shake his head as if to say ‘What are you like?’ Then we would both laugh and carry on eating.

When we had finished we passed back the trays and everyone began to settle down for a nap. As we were at the rear of the aircraft we were closest to the pile of soft bags that formed a little mountain on the rear ramp. Before anyone else could think of it, I stood up and moved my way past Chopper. As I passed him I caught his eye and indicated in the direction of the bags in an ambiguous way. I could have just been saying ‘I’m going over there’ or ‘come over there with me’. He decided on the second option and casually followed me.

We lifted a few of the bags and organised them to make more of a bed. I lay on my side facing the rest of the guys and Chopper lay down behind me. We wriggled around for a while making ourselves more comfortable and working our way a little deeper into the pile. In the end the only thing that could be seen by the others was our heads.

As soon as I could see that the rest of the guys were sleeping, I casually rolled onto my back and let my arm fall carelessly over Chopper. My hand landed just above his waist. When he didn’t react I slowly began to move my fingers in a stroking motion. This time he reacted by lifting one of his legs and placing it over the top of one of mine. I took this as an encouraging sign. Moving my hand slightly I found a button and popped it open allowing me to slide my hand into his shirt. When I came into contact with his warm smooth skin I felt him tense a little. I remained motionless for a few seconds and he relaxed again. I could feel the beating of his heart as it began to race. By now I could feel my cock straining against the material of my trousers and a small amount of pre-cum oozing onto my stomach.

I couldn’t resist any longer. Slowly but firmly I moved my hand down towards his waistband. His toned stomach tensed once again but I didn’t stop. I pressed gently down so that my hand could slide under his belt. Instantly my fingers came into contact with head of his massive fuck pole. I decided I might only get once chance at this so I pushed my hand deeper and then took a firm grasp of his throbbing rod. I felt him gasp but he did nothing to stop me. I could feel the veins under the velvet skin as I gently began to massage his thick cock.

It was all that he needed. Letting go of any inhibitions he rolled onto his side facing me. As he did so he gently lifted my shoulder turning me so that my back was towards him. This way we could both see the rest of the plane as our heads poked up above the pile of bags but they couldn’t see below our shoulders. Now, reaching forward, his big hands took hold of my trousers. As he yanked them down the top button burst open. I wasn’t wearing any underwear so now I was completely exposed. My hot throbbing cock sprung out of the material and slapped against my stomach. I felt his hands move over my smooth round butt and one of them moved between my legs and grasped my balls pulling firmly on them. He inched closer to me and I felt the heat of his body and cock as it pressed between my cheeks. I pushed back with my ass, gripping and squeezing it. He began to pump his hips slowly as he reached round and grasped my own aching member. God, how I wanted him to fuck me! I pushed back more and more insistantly as the pre-cum from his cock lubricated my crack, allowing it to slide more and more easily between my cheeks. Every third or fourth thrust I could feel the head of his fuck monster push against my puckered hole, making it tingle. His pushes were getting harder and faster. He placed one hand on each cheek prizing them apart and began to hammer at my hole. I felt him stop for a second as he lubricated my ass even more with his saliva. One of his fingers pushed hard and entered me. I groaned loudly knowing that nobody could hear me. Almost immediately he took out his finger and once again began to thrust his tool against me as I almost begged him to fuck me. Relaxing my hole as much a I could, I felt him beginning to enter me. Each thrust now opened me a little wider. Suddenly the whole of his massive head pushed into me. I almost screamed with the pain. He stopped moving for a few seconds and as the pain subsided I pushed back against him. That was the only signal he needed.

With just two or three thrusts he entered me completely, grasping my hips he pushed deep into me. I gasped as I felt him push against the inner sphincter and massage my prostate with his swollen cock head at the same time. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

As he fucked me I stroked my cock more and more feverishly. Who could tell when one of the guys might wake up and look over! This was not the time for long lingering love making. I felt Chopper move his head close to mine and he began to bite my neck as he fucked me mercilessly. His hot throbbing member sliding it’s full length in and out of me. I could feel his breathing and hear his grunts in my ear as he began to come close to exploding. I was getting close myself and encouraged him by pushing back in time with his thrusts. Then he pushed as deep and hard as he could and stopped for a second as the waves of his orgasm began to surge through his body. I felt his cock expend and knew that he was about to shoot his load. I reached back and held him so that he wouldn’t withdraw. I felt the cum surge up his cock as he began to pump it into my ass. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me as I took his hot liquid inside me. Then I too began to reach climax. I slid forward allowing his still pulsating cock to slide out of me and rolled onto my back. He could see that I was about to shoot and quickly moved down placing his hot mouth over my cock. The pleasure was too much and I began to spurt cum deep into his throat. I could see him gagging as his mouth filled but he didn’t stop. He swallowed what seemed like pints of milky cum but didn’t release my cock from his mouth until I had stopped gushing. We lay motionless for a few seconds, getting our breath and taking in the enormity of what had just happened and how suddenly the nature of our relationship had changed.

Gradually, we both came to our senses and he quickly wiped his mouth with his sleeve as I pulled up my trousers. Within seconds it was as if nothing had happened. But of course it had, and nothing would ever be the same again. For now though, we both lay exhausted on our backs. I glanced over at him. He had a worried look on his face but when he saw my broad smile he grinned back. As I fell asleep I felt his lips brush my neck in a gentle, almost imperceptible kiss.

Invitation to Enter – Part Two

As we walked towards my house my mind was working feverishly, trying to work out how I could get Mick to stay over at my place. I realised that I had probably shot myself in the foot because Mick wouldn’t stay after what James had seen. He would be afraid that even if nothing happened James would put two and two together and come up with five. Eventually we all went quiet as each one of us seemed to be lost in his own world.

Before long we arrived at my house. I was beginning to lose my boner by now and so as James dropped me to the ground I quickly tucked myself back in and fastened my trousers.

Lamely I asked “Want to come in for a nightcap? My dad has some Jack Daniels.”
The question was aimed at Mick and it sounded even more pathetic and pleading than I expected. However James was the one to answer.

“I don’t like Jack Daniels but if you have some Vodka the answer is yes!”
“Deal!” I said. Mick just shrugged his shoulders and nodded in agreement.
To be honest, by now I was a little confused. I really fancied Mick and wanted nothing more than to feel the smooth head of his cock in my mouth but James seemed to be the one who was responding, and that made me take a more serious look at him. As he walked in front of me towards my front door I sneaked a look at his perfect apple shaped ass. He was smaller than me but more athletic in build. He had firm square shoulders and narrow hips. The muscles of his back were clearly visible through the thin cotton of his shirt. The expression ‘sex on legs’ popped into my head.

He stopped to let me pass and I fumbled for the keys. I opened the door quietly not sure if my parents had returned home yet or if they were in bed. A quick peak towards the garage and I could see that the car was not there. They were still out.

“So where’s the Vodka then?” Asked James. Boy he was impatient! I thought. But that suited me.

I led them both into the kitchen and took the Jack Daniels out of the cupboard and the vodka out of the freezer. “Lets go up to my room.” I said. “I don’t want my dad to walk in and catch us finishing off his best drinks!”

On the way I filled a bucket with ice and grabbed some potato chips.
“Lets go!” I said. Feeling more confident now that we were on my territory.
We went to my room which was upstairs at the back of the house. It was a big room with a large bed. I had my plasma TV and DVD player as well as the usual games consol. In other words, all the toys of a typical teenager.

We sat in a circle on some cushions and poured the drinks. I switched on the TV turning to MTV just to have some background noise and switched off the lights so that just the light from the TV was illuminating the room. We were already pretty drunk, but after a few Jack Daniels my head began to swim a little. I lay back on the cushions. The thought of sex had never left my mind but every time I tried to bring the conversation round to the subject Mick would swerve it away again. I think he was nervous about James being there. But James seemed to have more of a handle on the situation than me.

“This is a really cool house.” James said. “And that bed is enormous! I bet you’ve fucked a few girls on that!” he laughed.

“A few.” I lied. “But what I really like is to have my cock sucked.” I added. I was sure I detected a twinkle in James eyes when I said it so I continued. “and having my balls licked”. James’s hand moved impulsively to his crotch. I recognised that reaction. It’s when your cock twitches violently and you feel an uncontrollable urge to touch it. I pretended not to have seen anything and offered him another drink. He held out his hand with the glass in it. I noticed he was trembling. I took his hand in mine to steady it as I poured. For a second our eyes met. Mick stretched out his glass pushing James’s out of the way. I filled it too the top. If I didn’t know better I would say he was acting a little jealous.

“Do you guys want to stay over?” I asked. Trying to hide the quiver in my own voice.

“Sure!” responded Mick immediately catching me by surprise.

“Okay!” Said James. “But only if I can sleep in the bed!”.

“It’s big enough.” I smiled.

“Well I’m tired now.” James said stretching. He seemed as impatient as I was to see where this was leading. Mick seemed a little quite. We stripped off our shirts. Mick was slim but well defined. His chest was broad and he had a six-pack that begged to be touched and licked. I could see a line of fine hair leading from his navel and disappearing into the waistline of his jeans. James was the real surprise. His well muscled body was even more athletic than I had suspected. With clothes on he looked quite slim but stripped of he had the body of a young gymnast. Now that he had no shirt on I could also see that he had a good sized bulge below his belt.

I went to get a sleeping bag for Mick. Despite my hints, he was determined to sleep on the floor. When I got back James had already slipped under the covers. I could see his jeans and his boxers at the foot of the bed.

“That was quick!” I said. My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest. Mick was waiting in his boxers with his hands covering his cock and balls but I could clearly see a wet patch just under his waistband. And I was sure that through the now semi transparent, white material I could see the tip of his cock.

I unrolled the sleeping bag on the floor as he put a cushion at the side of the bed. Then I turned down the volume on the TV but left it on. I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off my jeans, leaving on my boxers and slipped under the covers next to James. As I did so I lifted them up for a second and by the flickering light of the TV I caught a glimpse of James’s naked body. His tanned skin stood out against the white sheets and just for a second I could see the massive pole of his hard-on leading from his full balls to above his navel. He was massive, he was naked and he was in bed with me! I felt almost nauseous with excitement and expectation.

So, here we were! James in my bed naked and with the biggest… no, the only boner I had ever seen in the flesh. And on the floor at the side of my bed, just getting into his sleeping bag, looking just as sexy, Mick in his boxers. I had waited so long for a moment like this and now that it was here it felt unreal.
I slipped quickly into bed and covered myself with the duvet, shivering despite the summer heat.

“You okay down there?” I asked Mick.

“Sure! It’s a bit hard though. ” he said with a cheeky look on his face.
I smiled back and took a quick glance at where I imagined his cock to be. Then there was an awkward silence. We had come this far but now what? How was I going to overcome the barrier of physical contact? My mind worked feverishly but the best I could manage was to turn on my back and stare at the ceiling. I placed my hand on the bed between me and James thinking that maybe I might be able to brush his skin lightly. Instead I found nothing but space. Then James came to the rescue once again.

“Don’t you have any porno?” He asked, with a bored sound in his voice.
I did have a couple of DVD’s that my younger brother had lent me of a guy fucking a woman. It was some stuff that he had downloaded from the internet and the quality wasn’t that good but you could clearly see the guys cock pounding the woman as he took her from behind. I told them what I had and James said immediately.

“What are you waiting for then? Stick it on!”

I didn’t want to get out of bed because my boner was really obvious again and I didn’t want to seem to keen. Instead I told Mick where it was and he shuffled over to it and put it into the DVD player.

The TV was positioned to the side of my bed and Mick was on the floor on the same side. I was on the side of the bed nearest the TV and James was on the other. As we turned to watch the TV more closely this put him behind me.
“I can’t see!” he complained.

“Plump up the pillow.” I responded. “and I will put my head on the mattress so that it’s lower. He did as I said. The film was starting now and went right into the action. Straight into a close-up shot of the guys cock as it slid in and out of the woman’s ass. The room filled with groans and moans as I turned up the volume a bit.

“Wow! look at that monster!” breathed James into my ear. He shuffled a little closer and adjusted his pillow as if trying to get a better view. I gulped loudly and just stared at the TV. By now James was so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body and his breath on the back of my neck. His breathing was becoming heavy and I new that he was getting really turned on. My own boner was painful and precum oozed freely out of the swollen head.

James placed his hand gently on my shoulder pretending that he needed to steady himself in his awkward position. His chest was now pressing against my back and suddenly I felt his hot rock hard cock gently touching the small of my back. I pushed myself gently backwards. Now I could feel his entire body right down to his balls as they rested against the top of my ass cheeks. James gasped gently and I felt his lips brush my ear.

Very slowly he moved his hips, sliding his burning pole against the smooth skin of my back. I pushed back a little more. He increased the pressure and the pace. My breathing began to become erratic as the sexual excitement took hold. James moved silently down a little, towards the bottom of the bed, so that his cock now moved into position between my ass cheeks. His hand moved off my shoulder and slid down my arm onto my hips. My whole body became stiff with anticipation. He hesitated for a second to make sure that I wasn’t going to complain and then moved his had forward and round sliding it under the elastic of my boxers until it touched my raging hard-on. I took a sharp intake of breath.

Mick, who had been facing towards the TV suddenly turned his head and looked at me with a slight frown. My eyes felt glassy from the sexual heat and I smiled weakly at him, not sure what he had heard or what he suspected was happening right next to him.

“This floor is really hard!” he said unexpectedly. “Is there room up there for one more?”

At the sound of Mick’s voice James had frozen in position.

“Sure!” I said. “If this bed hog will move over a little.” I joked, my voice trembling.

Mick lifted himself up of the floor and James moved backwards but stayed facing the TV.  I followed suit, again pressing myself up against his warm skin. Mick then sat on the edge of the bed, slid out of the sleeping bag and at the same time out of his boxers. For a second I got a close up view of the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Round, smooth and hairless, well muscled in an adolescent sort of way. I almost choked on my own breath with nerves.

At that moment he looked over his shoulder and said accusingly “Are you still wearing shorts?”

Before I could say anything James said “Yes he is!” At the same time he yanked at them pulling them down over my ass cheeks. “All for one…” He laughed.
“Okay! Okay!” I exclaimed. “I get the message!” I said, as I slipped them completely off and threw them dramatically across the room. “Satisfied?”
Mick now slid into the bed in front of me. I pretended I was trying to see the TV just as James had but I needn’t have bothered. Mick immediately pushed back against me as if he felt like he had been missing out and was trying to make up for lost time. My own hard-on now pressed insistently between his butt cheeks. It was almost too much to bare. As the moans and groans grew louder on the TV my own feelings of sexual need increased. Suddenly James pressed his hips forward and gasped loudly. It was like a starting gun. I squeezed my butt cheeks together gripping his hard dick. At the same time my own cock expanded between Mick’s cheeks and he pressed back against me. I wrapped my arms around his chest and pulled him tight to me. My world became a sea of sexual desire.

James moved his head closer to mine and began to suck on my ear lobe. ‘Could this be real?’ I asked myself. After so long waiting and trying I was not only in bed with the guy I had fancied for ages but also another equally good looking guy who seemed determined to take me. James now pumped his hard cock between my cheeks, allowing the precum to lubricate his movements. My heart was beating so hard I thought I might have a heart attack.

I reached back with my hand feeling James’s firm cheeks, pressing my finger against his butthole. His moans were almost as loud as those coming from the TV. With my other hand I pushed between the bed and Mick’s waist reaching round and finally, after so long, feeling his massive cock. I bit his neck passionately. He pushed back against my throbbing fuckpole.

By now there was no restraint, no pretence. All the barriers were down. This was pure hard core passionate sex between three guys who were going at it hard. Our bodies moved together in a tangle of arms and legs. I began to wank Mick slowly as I pushed and slid my own throbbing cock against his hole. He panted passionately. I suddenly felt James’s fingers pressing at my own tingling hole. He had wet his fingers and was lubricating me with his own saliva, his hand disappeared and then re-appeared with yet more lubricant. He slid one finger into my butthole and I let out a little whimper.

“Shhhh!” he whispered into my ear. “Our secret.” he added, voice trembling. Then two fingers. I groaned. “Shhhhhhhh!” he breathed again.

His own invasion of my hole made me think of doing the same to Mick but by now so much pre-cum was oozing from my cock that I didn’t need lubricant. As if he was reading my mind Mick reached back and took hold of my hungry cock. He then guided the head towards his own tight butthole.

“Would you like to enter me?” He whispered. Turning his head back towards me.

“Yes!” I gasped breathlessly.

He pushed back and my cock pressed hard against his hole. I could feel it give way a little and I began to enter him. Just then I felt James hand slide over my hips towards my rod. He was seeing if what he suspected was true. He hadn’t heard Mick’s question but he had heard my ‘yes’ and he had put two and two together. His hand caressed my balls found my iron hard cock and followed it from the base to the entrance to Mick’s ass.

“You like that, don’t you?” He whispered in my ear. “Let’s see if you like this” he continued.

He removed his fingers from my ass. I then felt his smooth hot cock pressing into the same space. My hole had been loosened by his fingers and his cock entered me suddenly. I almost screamed with pain. He was huge! He put his hand over my mouth to stifle my complaints and remained motionless for a few seconds. The heat from our bodies was making us all sweat and I could taste the salt as I bit Mick’s neck. James pushed in deeper and the sudden movement caused me to push forward deeper into Mick.

“Ooooohhhhh!” he gasped.

James now reached over me and wrapped his hand around mine as I wanked Mick. It was almost too much. I withdrew a little and then pushed deeper. James pushed deeper into me until his whole 8” filled me. I groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then Mick turned his head once again and said in a louder voice so that James could hear “Let me sit on it!”

At this he moved forward and the head of my throbbing member plopped out of his ass. James was not about to let me go so easily though. Instead he grasped me firmly around the chest and wrapped his legs around mine. Next he rolled onto his back pulling me over on top of him and making sure his hot cock didn’t leave my ass.

Mick threw back the duvet. My cock pulsated as James pushed once again deep into my ass. Mick’s eyes widened as he realise the truth and saw that James had been fucking me as I had been fucking him. It seemed to drive him into a frenzy and he spat saliva onto my cock and then immediately sat astride me and lowered himself onto my pole.

All three of us moaned in unison as he pushed down onto me and I felt my cock enter his ass. At the same time the downward pressure of his weight caused me to push down on James and his cock entered me to the hilt. I thought I was going to explode. Now the rythme increased and I began to pump with all my strength entering Mick as deep as I could and then pushing back against James so that he could enter me just as deep.

“Ohhhh!, Ohhhh”, Yesss”, Deeper!, Deeper!,Faster!, Now!, Now!, Fuck me! Fuck me!, aaaarrrggghhh!

It was hard to tell who was speaking or groaning we were like a single wild animal, writhing in total pleasure. Suddenly I felt myself coming to climax.
“I’m going to cum!” I warned Mick. He rode me harder. As he thrust up and down I was working his cock feverishly. I began to feel the first waves of my climax. “I’m cumming!” I told him more loudly. At the same time James began to groan loudly and thrust with all his strength.

“Cumming!” was all he could gasp between thrusts.

I began to feel the pulses as my cock spewed it’s hot semen into Mick’s ass.

“AAAArrrrrgggghhhhh!!!” I shouted without restraint.

At almost the same instant I felt James began to go into convulsions of pleasure as his own hot cum entered me. Mick quickly slid off my cock even before I had finished cumming. Shots of cum spattered on his back as he slid forward and pushed his already spasming cock into my mouth. The first shot hit my on the cheek but the second I managed to take into my mouth and by the third I had him well into my throat. I swallowed as quickly as I could but he seemed to be spurting gallons! It spilled out of my mouth and down my cheek.

Slowly we came to our senses like three people who have just been rescued from drowning. Panting, relaxing, slowly separating until we were once again lying side by side in the bed. Gently we kissed and caressed each other.

“A very interesting night!” mumbled James just before we all fell asleep.

Invitation to Enter – Part One

I was in my second year at college and as you might imagine not only was I bursting with hormones, I was also super fit. At the time I was a runner and didn’t have an ounce of fat. By then I had reached my full height of 5’10” and was well proportioned for my age. My cock seemed to be permanently semi-hard and ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.

That was when I met Mick. He was about the same height as me, if not a little taller. He was slim with a slight tan, a few freckles and eyes the colour of mahogany. I met him in the library. I was with  some new friends when this handsome guy approached. He seemed full of confidence and I was immediately attracted to him. He sat down next to us and began talking with my friends whilst at the same time sneaking glances in my direction. I was stiff in seconds. After a short time he turned his full attention to me and we started talking. He asked all of the questions and I nervously responded, not wanting the conversation to end. Eventually our now mutual friends got bored and left. We stayed and continued our conversation. Eventually, almost unbelievably, Mick asked me if I had seen the latest film that was on at the cinema. When I said I hadn’t  he invited me to go with him to see it, making some excuse that everybody else he knew had already seen it. I quickly agreed and we made a date. That was the start of our ever deepening friendship.

We quickly started going out drinking together (legal at 18 in the UK) and would often get quite drunk. It was only then that I would have the nerve to try to turn the conversation round to sex. I was as horny as hell and almost all of my fantasies now involved Mick in some way. However, he didn’t seem to want to play the game. Sure, we would talk about sex and once he even asked me how big my  cock was when it was hard. When I told him 7” he laughed and said “Is that all!” You can imagine the effect that had on me. I was desperate to see his hard throbbing cock, to pull gently on his balls while I took the head into my hot mouth. I could imagine the look on his face as I pressed my finger against his butt hole, gently entering him. But that didn’t seem to be on the cards. I was getting more and more frustrated. I would look at his perfect round butt as he walked in front of me, I would plan seemingly innocent ways of getting naked with him and although they sometimes worked (another set of stories) and at times he even seemed to be playing his own games of ‘get Rory naked’  he would never let me see his cock or take the final step of physical contact. That is until the second year of our friendship.

We had been out drinking again and I had gotten a bit more drunk that usual. We were horsing around with our other friends and decided to have a piggy-back race. Mick stood in front of me with his arms in position to catch my legs and I immediately jumped onto his back, mounting him, one leg each side of his hips. He caught my legs as I wrapped my arms over his shoulders placing my hands on his chest. I took the opportunity to place my cheek against his ear and gently kissed his neck without him even noticing. He was too busy concentrating on the race. He began to run jiggling me up and down on his back. It was summer and he was wearing a thin tee shirt and I a pair of thin, tight jeans. I had a raging boner even before he began to run. I knew he must be able to feel it against his back.

Although he was probably the fittest of all of the other guys he managed to run slower, letting them get ahead. Then he started to walk.

“I’m too drunk.” he said. “But I can feel that your not!”

“I know, It’s all this rubbing, I can’t help it. You know what I’m like!” I replied sheepishly. “If you carry on this way I will cum all over your back!” I laughed, pressing my throbbing cock against his back.

“Don’t you dare!” he quickly replied. Then after a pause. “Why don’t you let it out for some air?”

That was an invitation I couldn’t refuse. Without speaking I leaned back and reached to my flies with one hand. I undid my top button and then my flies, quickly pulling my seven inches of throbbing flesh out of my underwear and into the fresh evening air.

“Ahhh! That’s better!” I smiled. By now my voice was trembling with sexual excitement and I wondered what game he had in mind this time. He adjusted his hold on my legs pulling me closer to him and then started to run. My now exposed cock rubbed viciously against the small of his back. For a moment I thought I was going to cum there and then squirting my load all over his shirt, but somehow I held on. Although he was running, I was the one doing all of the panting.

Before I knew it we had caught up with our friends. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought. ‘They are going to see!’ But as usual Mick was the cool one. He pulled me even closer and said to the other guys.

“OK, so you can beat us in a sprint but I bet I can outlast you all! I’m going to carry Rory to his front door. Any challengers?”

Of course there were none. The other guys were all exhausted by now and had already dropped there ‘jockey’s’ to the floor. Mick just laughed and carried on walking. I smiled nervously and held on tight. The other guys said their goodbyes one by one and made their own way home.

The last guy to leave us was called James. He was a small, slim guy with a dark tan and beautiful electric blue eyes. He had been talking all the way but at the same time I got the feeling that he was onto us. He kept looking at the point were Mick’s back and my crotch touched, as if trying to see if I was showing a bulge. Little did he know that I was desperately trying to cover my raging, exposed boner. We eventually reached the corner where we normally parted ways.
“Are you really going to carry him all the way home?” He asked.

When Mick said yes, he mischievously replied “Not if I can help it!” and at the same time he forced his hands in between Mick’s back and my chest, trying with all his might to prize us apart. I desperately hung on and Mick tried to swing around but James just followed determinedly, laughing all the while. He soon created a small gap that allowed him to slide his hands lower, straight onto the shaft of my throbbing cock. His eyes opened wide as he held his hands in place. He squeezed my shaft and then let go taking his hands out. I nearly died of fright.
Mick just laughed and said “Find something interesting back there?”
I think that even by the light of the streetlamps you could see how white I had gone.

“Very interesting!” he said softly, looking a little shocked. I held my breath. Then he turned his back and said firmly “My turn!” while standing in position to take me onto his back. Even Mick seemed surprised and hesitated. James insisted “Come on! My turn! Exactly the same way, unless you want me to tell everyone!”
Mick released me and I slowly slid down off his back. My boner was almost painful by now, despite the shock. Mick turned towards me and I saw his eyes flash towards my cock. By now the foreskin had pealed back revealing the glistening head. It stuck out pointing at the sky. The thick shaft and the soft cum-tube clearly visible under the street lights. I didn’t try to hide it because I was captivated by the look of hunger in Mick’s eyes. My cock seemed to be drawing his gaze like a magnet. I could tell he liked  what he saw and I wanted to enjoy the power that my pulsating shaft and glistening head seemed to have over him. The cool breeze gently caressed the hot skin of my smooth rod and I trembled. James looked back over his shoulder just as a drop of pre-cum began to ooze from the the tip. He smiled and hitched up the back of his shirt exposing soft warm skin.

“Don’t want to get a damp patch on my shirt, do we?” he chuckled. “Come on! Jump on!” He commanded.

After first taking the opportunity to take hold of my pulsating cock and give it a firm squeeze, causing waves of pleasure to run through my ass cheeks and legs, and quickly lifting my heavy balls so that they too were exposed to the air, I did as he said and mounted him. My stiff rod pressed into the hollow of his back, a perfect fit. I sighed with pleasure as the pressure squeezed even more pre-cum from my fuck tube, lubricating and easing the friction between it and James’s back and allowing it to slide easily up and down. I could feel the heat of his back gently warming my balls. It was ecstasy!

“This is turning out to be an interesting night!” remarked Mick as we turned in the direction of my home.