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Written in the Stars

Alonso Lassiter strode jauntily towards the office of his Master and mentor Professor Evander Kell. Alonso was the Professor s assistant as well as a part time teacher of The Classics. Alonso was pleased as the Professor had secured them both as well as four students places at an established Egyptian archaeology site for three weeks of the upcoming summer break. Alonso loved practical archaeology and as an added bonus once again Gatrack would be their Guide. Somehow the enigmatic man always managed to be available as a Guide no matter where or when he and the Professor went on their travels.



He tapped on the large thick oak wood door and entered. The grey haired man sitting behind the oversized desk looked up and broke into a smile of pleasure. Despite being admittedly biased the older man believed Alonso got more beautiful with each passing day. Luxuriant sable curls teased passed slender shoulders and were restrained in a tight ponytail. Chocolate brown eyes danced with the joy of living. The Cupid s bow lips were in a smile of happiness displaying even white teeth. As the young man approached Evander stood and walked round his table. Alonso stood a couple of inches shorter than the older man and was of a more slender frame. Without shame or discomfort the two men embraced and Evander dropped a kiss on the upturned face. As the embrace ended the older man cradled Alonso s chin and let his thumb run across Alonso s lower lip.



How goes the preparations of our charges Lon? Evander asked.



Well Evander the younger man replied enthusiastically. Although it did take some time to persuade them that dinner suits would not be requisite he added with a musical laugh.



Evander joined in the laughter. The image of four young dinner suited gentlemen sitting in the desert dust around a small camp-fire immediately springing to mind.



His thumb once again traced Alonso s lip.



I remember when I did this for the first time Evander said nostalgically.



My father had left me with you and I was trying to be brave and not cry. I bit my lip so hard it swelled Alonso whispered. You were afraid I had been stung. It became a part of our lives just as I became a part of yours. Thank you for raising me.



It was no hardship Lon the older man assured. You inherited your mother s beauty and your father s stubbornness and your intelligence from them both. I am only sorry they are not here to see the bright beautiful and intelligent young man you have become.



I might have been none of those things without the guidance you and Harry gave. I wish Harry would accompany us one time Alonso said pouting.



Harry detests anything that is not full of comfort and luxury. As usual he will await our return and for the three weeks thereafter I will indulge his every whim. Well … most of them Evander added with a mischievous wink.



He s been as wonderful to me as you have Evander. You and Harry have cared for me since I was eight years old. I ll never forget my blood parents but I regard you and Harry as my parents as well.



We knew we would never have a child Lon the older man said with tears brimming in his grey eyes. But it has been our joy and our privilege to have you in our lives. You are regarded by us as our son. Now he added more briskly if there is nothing more you need to do here let us go home to Harry and enjoy the time the three of us have before the trip begins.



Smiling companionably the two men left.



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Gatrack s green eyes roved restlessly at the milling crowds seeking his first glimpse of the group he sought. He was aware of the blue orbs that regarded him with amusement.



What? he growled.



This will not bring your friends any sooner Gat came the warm rasp.



You have yet to meet Alonso Viktor Gatrack replied mysteriously. A half smile appeared on his face.



It was half a smile as the other half of his face was affected by a palsy that inhibited much of such an expression. Gatrack stood a little over five feet tall his spine slightly twisted. He wore Egyptian robes to try and disguise his infirmity just as he wore his dark hair long and a shaggy beard to hide his facial defect. Viktor believed it actually drew more attention to the smaller man but he owed so much to Gatrack he did not want to jeopardise their friendship. The older man was always reluctant to talk about himself and that was something Viktor could empathise with. If Gatrack felt comfortable dressed as he was that was his choice.



Ah yes the rasp held an amused tone. A veritable Adonis amongst us mere mortals Viktor laughed. If you are to be believed he added glancing sideways at the other man.



Gatrack was already appraising his younger companion. For all the banter Viktor never normally bothered to greet their new clients. That was a chore he left to Gatrack when the older man was there. He regarded his friend affectionately. The shaggy blond hair was the colour of the desert sand. His eyes were the colour of its skies although they could resemble the colour of stormy seas when the younger man was angry. Viktor was almost a foot taller and had a solid powerful physique. Gatrack had met Viktor when travelling through Europe and they had developed a strong if unusual friendship. Gatrack always used Viktor when he had clients in Egypt although he had sent the younger man to work in other countries. He had been absent when his friend had suffered an unpleasant experience at the hands of some American clients but Viktor seemed resilient enough to have dealt with it and moved on.



In a secret part of his heart Gatrack hoped that Alonso and Viktor might find each in the other what they sought in their lives. Alonso was gentle a nurturer and generous of heart irrespective of the outside of the young man Gatrack saw the inner beauty of Alonso s soul. He believed that Alonso s inherent caring nature would be the balm for his friend s more tortured spirit healing past hurts. He also believed that Viktor s more forceful character and resilience would be a perfect counterpoint to and strength for the younger man. He sighed quietly. That he had the friendship of these two attractive young men was a blessing he could never have dreamt of asking for. He knew that the friendship could never be more although he fervently wished for his own life companion to love him faults and all. Movement ahead caught his attention and his half smile lit up his face. Without a second thought for the blond who was waiting with him Gatrack darted into the milling crowds.



Viktor blinked as Gatrack moved suddenly. It always caught him by surprise at how swiftly the smaller man could move despite his body s deformity. He followed Gatrack s movement and then felt as though he had taken a physical blow to the chest emptying his lungs of air. His heart hammered and his stomach fluttered and something deep in his soul screamed mine . He knew instinctively immediately which of the group was Alonso even before Gatrack reached him. He knew it as surely as the sun would rise again in the East. He watched fascinated as the slender youth and smaller man met in a tangle of arms and bodies. Although taller Alonso seemed to be enveloped by Gatrack both men smiling in joy. Viktor forced down the surge of jealousy that threatened to burst forth. He registered the startled looks of the students at the open display of affection. Taking a fortifying breath he strode forward. His eyes narrowed as Gatrack and Alonso disentangled and the grey haired man obviously Professor Kell put a possessive hand on Alonso s slender shoulder. Viktor growled. The man was far too old for the boy nor had Gatrack mentioned the boy spoken for. He struggled to remember that it was none of his business either way however a seed of doubt regarding Alonso had been planted in Viktor s mind.



I am Viktor Morte he said formally as he reached the group. I will be your Chief Guide and responsible for making any day to day arrangements for your needs. I can see that Gatrack needs no introduction he added tightly.



Gatrack frowned. Viktor s posture and speech reminded him of how he had been behaving six months previously following the American incident. He wondered what could have triggered the change in just a scant two minutes.



Gatrack always tries to be available for our travels Evander said amicably. I m Professor Kell these are my archaeology students Elias Donald Sam and Toby and this is my personal assistant Alonso.



Viktor nodded at the four intense youthful faces but his attention immediately diverted to the sound of his name from perfect pink lips.



Viktor Alonso tasted the name and found it delicious. The man was a veritable god tall powerful and devastatingly handsome. The younger man found himself suddenly nervous and hoping he did not embarrass himself in front of everybody. He extended his slim hand and found it enveloped by a larger calloused paw.



Viktor was surprised when sparks were not visible in the air around him and the beautiful boy. He certainly felt them from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Heat pooled in his groin leaving him thankful for the baggy pants and tunic he wore. As his lower regions throbbed approval of their physical contact Viktor found himself drowning in eyes that were deep chocolate pools.



A sharp cough from the Professor had Viktor reluctantly release his prize bringing both men back to the present and the others around them. Gatrack smiled as Alonso s face pinkened and his eyes dropped shyly. He was certain that Viktor s reaction would have been far less innocent and virginal.



Lon why not take the boys to the hotel and get them settled. Viktor the Professor and I can discuss the more boring practicalities such as transport Gatrack said.



Good idea Evander seconded.



Viktor stayed silent. He had no desire for the boy to leave his sight or his company. However he found himself returning the shy smile that Alonso directed at him as he ushered the students past.



I look forward to seeing you later Viktor he said colour staining the sculptured cheek. You too Gatrack he added.



Viktor nodded his agreement his mouth seemingly unable to form the words necessary.



Away with you Gatrack laughed as he swatted playfully at the departing younger man pleased that his friends seemed taken with each other.



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The journey to the camp was progressing ideally for Viktor. They were using a battered truck driven by Gatrack with the Professor sitting up front with him. To Viktor s delight Alonso had eschewed sitting in relative comfort to sit in the back of the truck with the students…and next to Viktor.



We often use horses for short journeys Viktor said to the enthralled dark beauty. Or for rides out into the desert itself.



Do you think I might get to ride? Alonso asked breathlessly. The idea of he and Viktor riding alone sent pleasurable tingles throughout the slender body.



I am sure I can arrange something Viktor replied. The thought of he and the boy alone in the vastness of the desert had his body warming in anticipation.



As they disembarked Gatrack stood and issued his warning to Alonso and the students.



You are not to wander around alone at any time. The desert is perilous in and of itself and there are other dangers that lurk within it. There is a camp not far from here that is strictly off limits. Under no circumstances must you be persuaded by any to visit it or even go near it. Its master is dangerous and cruel. Do not make arrangements with workers from the other camps. Anything you want or wish to see come to Viktor the Professor or me. Do not buy anything without one of us present. Viktor do you wish to add anything?



Only to reiterate about the camp of Mahoud-el-Sidar. As far as the other workers on the site are concerned one in particular should be avoided a man by the name of Hamak.



Viktor growled the despised name. Hamak was exceptionally dishonest and dangerous and had clashed a few times with the blond. Due to Viktor his stealing and gambling had been discovered. Hamak had made a great show of humility and repentance begging to be kept in work to support his family. He had been retained at the site but the promotion he had been manipulating for himself had evaporated before his eyes like a desert mirage. Hamak remained simply one of the local general workers who toiled at the site. It did not surprise Viktor that Hamak s black eyes spat venom at him whenever they met.



The next detail to attend to was the setting up of their camp. There were three reasonably sized tents for the group: one for the Professor and Alonso one for Gatrack and Viktor and one for the four students. Each campsite kept some distance been itself and the next and at night camp fires and torches burned creating an illuminated avenue that stretched from the site out towards the desert. As the latest grouping to arrive Professor Kell s people were furthest from the site and nestled against the dark dunes.



Alonso gazed with pleasure at the sight before him: the landscape of the desert stretching one way and the pyramid being excavated in the other. He was happy to be there doing work he enjoyed with people he loved.



Loved.



His dark eyes glanced furtively to where Viktor stood to one side. Every time he looked at the blond his stomach gave the strangest flip and heat seemed to suffuse his young body. It was a reaction like no other he had ever experienced. Viktor was the most handsome man he had ever seen. He gave his slim form a critical glance. As much as Harry and Evander spoke of his attractiveness he was nothing compared to the god-man Viktor Morte. Why would anyone as magnificent as Viktor be in the least interested in a skinny scholar like him? He sighed softly and headed to his students.



Professor Kell gazed at Alonso s slender form. He and Gatrack had stayed up late the last night. Gatrack had spoken highly of the blond man assuring Evander that he liked and respected the taciturn Viktor Morte. Gatrack s esteem counted heavily towards Evander being more comforted about the blond man being with his young ward paying him court.



Court.



They were many miles from home and the one Evander would turn to for support was back there. He had hoped that any awaking thoughts of an amorous nature in Alonso would have been where he and Harry could have both been present to guide and advise. Alonso was young but he was a man and had to be free as a man to make his own decisions. He glanced at the blond whose blue eyes followed Alonso s retreating body. This was one aspect of having responsibility for a child Evander wished he could avoid. He sighed softly and moved to join the youthful group.



Viktor s blue eyes followed Alonso s every move. He had never felt such an intense and immediate attraction to anyone before. On the one hand Gatrack had described the dark beauty to perfection and yet on the other not described him at all. What did he know of Alonso? Orphaned raised in the Professor s household a teacher intelligent beautiful …so very very beautiful and desired.



Desired.



Was it nothing more than mere lust that governed him? He had avoided a relationship for many months. Why would a gorgeous intelligent young man be in the least interested in a damaged soul like him? He sighed softly moving to the camp.



Gatrack watched all three with interest. He had seen the innocent response from Alonso and the way the boy cast shy glances at the blond. He had seen Viktor steal looks at Alonso when the younger man had not been looking looks a man dying of thirst would never give up not even for the sight of a cool oasis. He also saw the concern in Evander s eyes as the boy he loved as a son seemed to be experiencing his first stirrings of attraction.



Attraction.



Gatrack was certain it was more than that. Just as he was certain they would be a beautiful couple. However he had not given thought of what would happen in just over two weeks when Alonso had to return home. He gave a heavenward glance: what would be would be. He determined to be there for all the men who shared a special place in his heart. He sighed softly as he descended into the camp.



************



The rest of the day sped by already the third day of the trip. The young men were shown around the pyramid and the perimeter to familiarise themselves with their surroundings. They chatted to some of the other groups and saw the many and varied Guides and workers. Before being allowed anywhere on the site to begin practical work they had returned to the camp and methodically checked their tools and what they were going to be permitted to do the next day. Finally the four boys in particular very tired they ended their day around the campfire. It did not take long for the students to excuse themselves to retire to their tent. Evander also stood and suggested he would be going to bed However before he could say anything further Gatrack pulled up a blanket and reached to Alonso.



Let us go and look at the stars for a few minutes he said employing his best puppy-dog expression.



Alonso saw that Evander had been about to suggest that he also retired but the younger man had hoped to spend some time with Viktor. He tried to hide a smile of delight as Gatrack prodded the blond with his foot.



You can come with us that way Evander can retire without worrying about us.



Viktor rose and followed the two smaller men. He had caught the frown on the Professor s face and chose to ignore it. He was happy to sit looking ostensibly at stars when his attention would really be on Alonso. He smiled as Gatrack smoothed down the blanket and his smile widened when the smaller man arranged Alonso to sit in the centre. He took his place at Alonso s other side and his stomach fluttered at the smile of joy from the younger man.



It is rare that I get the opportunity to simply sit and relax with treasured friends Gatrack said.



The compliment warmed Viktor almost as much as the sheer presence of the beauty at his side. He smiled as he saw Alonso reward Gatrack with a hug and found himself wishing that the boy would so favour him. They sat in companionable silence for a while.



You know there are many tales of love written in the stars: platonic love such as that of Castor and Pollux as well as love such as between Andromeda and Perseus. Gatrack gave his half smile as he saw both younger men now fascinated by the canopy of stars above them. He moved quickly and was already standing before Viktor or Alonso realised what he was doing. Viktor stay a few more minutes with Lon. It s a treat for him to be able to sit like this. He waved as he headed to camp.



Alonso could not help the shiver at Gatrack s words. It was a treat but not for watching the night sky as on previous occasions. This time the treat was Viktor s company.



Viktor glanced apprehensively at the younger man. Would Alonso be happy to be left with him? He took in the shiver from the slender body.



Do you wish to stay a while? he asked as he unwound a sash from his waist.



If it is no trouble to you Alonso murmured. Gat didn t really present you with much choice.



Stand a moment Viktor instructed. He spread out the sash which was just large enough for the two to sit on. He retrieved the blanket and as he sat next to the younger man he wrapped the blanket around them. Better? he asked as the shivers ceased.



Much Alonso replied. He felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. He was pressed close enough to the older man to be able to smell the spicy cologne and the clean masculine scent of the blond. Unconsciously he pressed closer.

For Viktor it was paradise and purgatory. He wanted to wrap his arms around the other man and kiss him senseless. However he restrained his baser instincts barely.



Thus a tradition was born for the next two nights. Alonso Viktor and Gatrack would leave the camp and sit on the dune to watch the stars. Viktor noticed that the time the older man spent with them decreased each time. He began to wrap his arms around the slender body of the younger man as they sat silently contemplating the vast desert sky. Viktor was afraid of scaring Alonso away and uncertain of the boy s response to an attempt to further press his suit and Alonso was too shy and inexperienced to know how to react.



*********



On the sixth day the students and Evander were working inside the pyramid. Alonso had opted to sift through baskets of dirt. If the younger man was honest it gave him more opportunity to see Viktor. The blond casually sat unobtrusively nearby. However his eyes followed every move of the lissom body. He frowned and began to walk towards Alonso as the boy dropped to his knees. As he reached the young man Alonso looked up at him his eyes dancing with joy.



Look Viktor he said holding up an ancient trinket.



As he stood the men were mere inches apart. For Viktor the value of the trinket was as nothing compared to the value of seeing Alonso so happy. He was close enough to smell the light citrus cologne the younger man preferred. He could feel the boy s heat. His eyes devoured the sight of the pink tongue that darted out to lick at the perfect lips. Viktor neither knew nor cared which of them moved first. His next clear thought was that one of his arms was clasped tightly around a slender waist the other was at the back of Alonso s head tilting the beauty to the prefect angle.



Then his lips finally … finally took possession of those they had coveted since the first time he and Alonso had met. He pressed against Alonso s closed mouth lips rubbing against lips and Viktor felt the frisson from head to toe. Growling softly his tongue lapped at the seam of Alonso s lips until with a gasp they flowered open for him. Before they could close Viktor pressed forward. His tongue invaded the warm wet cavern beyond. He could feel this was the boy s first time and a primal part of him took special delight in realising he was the first to know the boy this way. His tongue tasted and explored and entwined around Alonso s slick muscle sucking it into his own mouth. He became aware that he was the only thing holding the boy upright. Withdrawing slowly Viktor guided the younger man to sit on a boulder and gazed with possessive passion at the dazed beauty whose kiss-swollen lips bore testimony to Viktor s desire.



Alonso. Alonso are you alright? The voice instantly grated on Viktor s ears. He growled his displeasure at the sound of the Professor s voice. He wanted to be alone with his boy. Viktor s eyes narrowed angrily as the older man fussed around Alonso.



I m fine Evander Alonso assured. It was just…the excitement of the moment.



Deep brown eyes met intense blue and Viktor gave a tight smile as Alonso held aloft the trinket.



I ll get you some water he offered. He had no desire to see the Professor clucking around the boy.



Evander waited till Viktor was out of earshot.



Alonso? he asked.



He kissed me Alonso sighed. It was wonderful.



Alonso the Professor sighed as he got no response. Alonso look at me and listen to me. He took in the sight of the younger man Alonso looked as though transported by joy. Please son. Remember we have just two weeks here. Think about what will happen when we return home. Evander sighed again. It was clear that Alonso was barely hearing him. Alonso for my sake please. He squeezed a slim shoulder and Alonso gazed up at his surrogate father and mentor reaching to caress the older man s cheek.



Viktor stopped and watched the interaction. His instincts told him the boy was an innocent but there was something about the relationship with the Professor the way they touched intimately and easily that brought Viktor s anger and jealousy to the fore. An unwanted memory arose. The memory of the group of Americans where one dark attractive man had been so friendly so easy to talk to. They had become more than friends but when the time came for intimacy he had professed virginity and asked to be able to take Viktor. Viktor has agreed willingly only to find that on the return to camp his lover left him and collected his winnings. The group had taken bets on how quickly Viktor would be bedded. The memory sent anger and humiliation surging through the blond. A part of him screamed that Alonso was not the same man whilst in another amongst his festering doubts and insecurities the earlier seed of doubt now took root. All it would need was the right catalyst for it to germinate.



***********



Night could not come quickly enough for Alonso. He wanted to sit under the stars. He wanted Viktor to kiss him again. As much as he loved Gatrack he almost vibrated with impatience until the older man left.



Are you alright? Viktor s soft rasp reached Alonso s ear as Gatrack disappeared from view.



No … yes I m fine Alonso stuttered as he turned to face Viktor. He knew his breathing was little more than shallow gasps. He was afraid he would faint if Viktor kissed him again and certain he would combust if he did not. A soft whimper of need that the younger man had no words to express slipped free.



Do you want me to kiss you again? Viktor s voice was like a caress of dark silk and Alonso moaned quietly. Viktor did not wait for verbal permission the submissive body language was all the permission he needed.



As their lips met he pressed the pliant boy to the ground covering the top half of the slender frame. His mouth possessed Alonso s his tongue slipping inside with proprietary ease. As he kissed eyes cheeks and the delectable lips one hand slid beneath the boy s shirt to caress soft warm skin. His fingers encountered a small nipple and as he kissed he pinched the innocent flesh. The wanton moan from the inexperienced young man flamed Viktor s desire. He flipped open a few buttons and pulled the shirt aside to display his prize. The boy s small brown nipple was haloed by a wide dark disc of aureole. Viktor licked the disc savouring the taste and relishing the tightening of the small nub. He sucked the tiny teat into his mouth to an impassioned cry of his name. As he sucked and nipped his hand slid lower… touching caressing delving between the boy s spread legs feeling the hard evidence of the success of his seduction.



Alonso thrashed and cried as his hardness was touched by another for the first time.



Please no …I have never…I do not… he was so lost in the maelstrom of sensation he found himself incapable of coherent speech. His hips instinctively thrust as Viktor s hand traced his hidden flesh.



Have you stroked yourself to completion? Viktor growled.



Yes…but…



Then you know it is pleasurable. Let me give you pleasure.



Viktor did not wait for the boy to reply. His mouth fastened over Alonso s his tongue thrusting in and out opening the younger man s mouth wider. As he did his hand unfastened the buttons to Alonso s pants. He slid his hand inside the rough khaki and then beneath soft cotton to take hold of hard damp flesh. The touch was all it took. Alonso s scream was swallowed by Viktor s mouth as the boy s seed pulsed over the older man s hand. Alonso s release triggered Viktor s and the bigger man grunted into Alonso s mouth as he came inside his pants.



As he recovered his senses Viktor felt ashamed of his actions. He took in the sight of the satiated boy beneath him. Quickly he refastened Alonso s clothing but he was unable to resist using his tongue to clean the boy s release from his hand. He looked again at his…lover? A soft smile played around Alonso s lips. Viktor was mortified to think he had taken advantage of Alonso of his youth and inexperience. He was further shamed to realise he still did not know what he felt for this beautiful boy. Was it love or simply lust was it devotion or base desire?



Viktor the soft voice drew his attention and Viktor knew he had no answers for himself much less the dreamy boy.



We need to get back to camp he said gruffly. The Professor will be concerned.



So tired Alonso s eyes opened and closed and Viktor gasped at the look of love they held. It was so swift it left Viktor even more uncertain. Was the look for him or in response to his mentioning Professor Kell? He pulled the unresisting body into his arms realising the boy was asleep. He carried Alonso to the tent he shared with the Professor. Ignoring the look of disapproval he laid his precious bundle onto the designated cot. He was certain he heard a murmur of his name as he did and he smiled softly.



We fell asleep Professor he lied brazenly. Sorry. He would have liked to kiss Alonso as the boy spoke his name but knew he could not under the glare of the Professor. He returned to his own tent which was in darkness. As such he did not see the self-satisfied smile on Gatrack s face.



However if the older man had known of the thoughts racing through Viktor s jumbled and confused mind the smile would have been far less smug.



**********



Viktor Morte was not a happy man. He had tried unsuccessfully throughout the day to speak to Alonso. Each time something or rather someone thwarted his attempts. Professor Kell seemed determined to ensure Viktor got nowhere near Alonso. He had seen Gatrack watching the exchanges with a confused look and once his friend had spoken to the Professor receiving a vehement shake of the head in response to whatever he had said. As a result his body was burning with desire to be with Alonso. The more he was denied the boy s company the more he wanted it.



This time it was Viktor who wanted Gatrack gone. Alonso seemed oblivious to the fire coursing through Viktor s veins. The blond had intended that this night they would talk and learn about each other. They would spend time exploring what they each felt to see if there was any hope of a relationship beyond what they snatched beneath the desert s night sky. However the physical need for Alonso had been made so great by the Professor s machinations to keep them apart that Viktor s intentions dissolved as soon as Gatrack moved.



Immediately he set about kissing Alonso senseless. As his tongue reacquainted itself with the sweetness of Alonso s mouth Viktor unfastened the young man s shirt fully. He straddled the smaller man to a wide-eyed gaze and his hands ran possessively over a smooth hairless chest and abdomen. His fingers plucked at the twin cinnamon nubs before his mouth dropped to nip and suck at first one then the other to leave reddened throbbing peaks of excited flesh.



Alonso had never contemplated that so much pleasure could be derived from one s nipples. His hands came shyly to hold Viktor s head as he arched into the erotic caress and whimpered as intense pleasure bordered on exquisite pain. He writhed mindlessly and then realised that Viktor s shirt had been tossed aside. Hesitantly his hands reached to stroke at the blond fur of the powerful chest. His finger traced one thick pink nub with its small aureole and was amazed as it tightened at his touch and at the noise Viktor made.



Viktor moved to sit astride Alonso s thighs. Without asking he unfastened the boy s pants and released the smooth hard rod previously hidden from his predatory gaze. He licked his lips at the sight of the smooth rosy column and knew he wanted to taste Alonso as the boy climaxed: but not this time. He leant to recapture an aching nipple into his mouth as his hand stroked firmly. He felt the tight grip of one hand in his hair another on his bicep as his thumb flicked over the swollen head of Alonso s arousal. Sitting up he released his own demanding hardness. His long thick flesh was an angry red. Swooping downwards he latched his mouth at the juncture of Alonso s neck and shoulder. Biting a succulent morsel of the sweet flesh into his mouth he sucked hard as his hand flew over satin encased steel. With an undulating wail he felt Alonso reach his peak and hot liquid spurted between and over their sweat damp bodies. Groaning Viktor moved his tongue swiping voraciously to devour the beautiful boy s crГЁme.



Touch me he demanded grasping Alonso s hand and encircling around his need. Put you hand on me. Make me come.



He groaned as Alonso s hand hesitantly tried to pleasure him. Hold me tighter he ordered. Pump faster. His eyes a blue fire of passion ablaze in their depths locked with the sated chocolate orbs of Alonso. His hips began to buck into the tunnel that Alonso s hand provided. He reached for Alonso s free hand and guided it to his furred sac. The twin sensations sent Viktor over the edge. He threw back his head smothering his roar of completion as his seed adorned the caramel skin of the boy beneath him. Panting Viktor drew a shaking finger through his seed. He rubbed it over Alonso s red swollen lips and licked them clean. He watched intently as Alonso s pink tongue appeared to hesitantly lick at his own lips. Viktor recovered his finger and held it to Alonso s mouth.



Taste me he growled. He felt a surge of primal triumph as Alonso sucked and fed on his cream.



Alonso was unsure he would like to taste Viktor but the other man s dominance was impossible to resist. He was surprised to find that he was not repulsed. Apart from a slightly bitter salty taste there was another flavour that of Viktor himself. He closed his eyes as he sucked.



Viktor reluctantly pulled his fingers free from the unintentionally sinful mouth. Already his sated shaft was twitching signalling its desire to be in the warm wet haven of Alonso s mouth.



We have to get back… Viktor murmured.



Evander Alonso nodded.



This time Alonso walked back to the camp. He was elated that Viktor held tight to his hand. His tent was illuminated showing the Professor to still be awake.



After the intense intimacy they had shared Viktor felt a surge of the jealousy he refused to acknowledge. To recognise the jealousy would be to have to face the reasons behind it and Viktor still felt unready for that step despite how unfair that was on Alonso. He saw the fleeting look of disappointment on the boy s face as Alonso realised there would be no kiss goodnight and Viktor stood and watched with growing unnamed agitation as Alonso s silhouette merged with that of Professor Kell s. Growling his displeasure unintelligibly Viktor moved away from the tent.



Approaching his own he snarled as he saw Hamak skulking around the area.



What are you doing here? Viktor s voice was low and deadly but did not affect the older Egyptian.



You do not own the desert Death came the quiet reply.



Viktor could hear the hatred dripping from Hamak s voice. He smiled grimly at the translation of his surname. He had chosen Morte for just that reason.



This is not your camp he growled his retort.



No more my camp than you own the dark haired beauty Hamak hissed malevolently. I saw him many times today in the arms of his true master the grey haired man.



Under other circumstances Viktor would never have risen to Hamak s baiting. However this time the words voiced his long suppressed insecurities. Jealousy sang in his blood and the seed of doubt sprouted. Long cold tendrils entwined around Viktor s heart and he shook with barely suppressed rage. He had been humiliated once before and he would not permit that to happen again.



Go to their tent Hamak s sibilant voice was like a serpent s. See how they touch how the boy bends to his master s will.



Turning on his heel Viktor strode purposefully back. He was so angry that he failed to see the small shadow trailing in his wake. A red haze was before his eyes and he flung open the tent flaps. Professor Kell stood with one hand on Alonso s hip the other rubbed sensuously across the boy s lower lip. The words finally penetrated his haze of fury.



…entranced. What do you intend to do?



***********



On entering his tent Alonso had smiled to see his guardian still awake.



Evander had stood smiling at Alonso s return. He was sorry for keeping the two men apart. He and Alonso had a long talk late in the day. Evander had confessed he had not passed messages from the blond to Alonso worried that in some way Viktor had taken advantage of his ward. He had listened to Alonso s assurances that nothing had happened that he had not wanted. In addition he had received a lot of talking to from Gatrack. With a self-depreciating smile Evander had realised that despite his intentions to leave Alonso to make his own decisions he was interfering. The two men moved to hug and Evander had then held Alonso in their usual embrace.



So now that you are entranced Evander smiled caressing Alonso s lip absently. What do you intend to do?



***********



Nothing!



Both men turned with shock as the word was spat at them from Viktor. Your little whore will do nothing. In his anger Viktor no longer thought rationally. A part of his mind screamed that Alonso was an innocent but that was drowned out by his mindless fury. Viktor no longer saw Alonso instead he saw the American that had betrayed and humiliated him and he unleashed six months of pent up emotion and anger. I was deceived once before by one professing to be an innocent. Let me take you so I will know what to expect. Viktor quoted his betrayer.



Alonso stepped back from the man before them. He barely recognised Viktor as the man who had loved him just a few short minutes ago. This Viktor frightened him and the words he used were like daggers slashing into Alonso s virginal heart. He held up a hand as much to try and shield himself from the hurtful tirade as to deny the accusations.



You speak like a fool Evander thundered trying to take control of the situation.



To have been deceived twice would be foolish Viktor countered. I was taken in by a boy with the face and body of an angel and the soul of a demon.



He did not see the fist that slammed into his face and sent him precipitating to the floor. The sudden pain however had him coming back to his senses.



Get away from here and keep away from my son Evander snarled angrily at the stunned blond and then turned away with a pained groan of Oh dear God Alonso



Viktor sat immobile and then cringed at the distressed sounds from inside the tent. One word echoed throughout his disoriented mind. Son . Professor Kell had called Alonso son . His hands covered his face. What had he done? He regretted every cruel and unjust word he had spoken in his ill-placed anger. Staggering to his feet Viktor fought against the bile that threatened to choke him. He moved quickly to the edge of the desert where he vomited repeatedly until only dry heaves were left. He crawled away from his mess tears falling unheeded. As he tried to rise he was shoved forcefully onto his back. A small dark form straddled him but it was the large glittering knife at his throat that kept him motionless.



You bastard Viktor. You utter utter bastard. I heard every word you said. How could you? How could you say those things of Alonso? Gatrack was shaking with his fury and failed to notice his knife nick Viktor s throat



I saw them in each other s arms. I thought…



No Viktor Gatrack hissed. You did not think. You didn t think at all. I m your friend or I thought I was. Did you honestly believe I would be party to some trick to deceive you? That I would introduce you to Alonso leave the two of you alone to get to know each other with the thought of hurting you at the back of my mind? What did you two talk about? Did you not get told that Evander and his partner Harry his partner of over twenty five years raised Alonso as their son when his parents were killed on their last excavation?

Two spots of high colour on Viktor s otherwise pallid face told Gatrack all he needed to know.



Viktor he said more quietly. Alonso not thinking to talk in the heady experience of his first romance his first time in love I can understand. You however I expected better from you. I trusted you with Alonso. You have betrayed that trust.



Why not use that thing? Viktor s eyes slid to the knife at his throat. Nothing could hurt me more than the way I feel now. It wasn t Alonso I was speaking to it was the American. Alonso will never want me near him again. I ve lost him. Viktor s voice was forlorn. He had abused an innocent in his care. He had taken what he wanted from the beautiful boy not giving the virginal young man time or opportunity to deny him. He had taken as he wanted when he wanted and Alonso had thought it done with love. He had been jealous because he had loved Alonso and been too afraid to admit it too afraid that he would be rejected to think about the consequences of his actions on a guiltless young man. Now he had destroyed what should have been the best thing to have ever happened to him. He had spat vile hurtful words at an innocent who deserved so much better. Who had deserved to have been wooed gently as befitted a first love. He wanted to crawl into a hole in the desert curl up and remain there.



Oh no my friend Gatrack said sheathing his knife safely. You do not get off so easily. He smiled grimly at the shocked look from the blond. You and I are going back to the camp. You are going to apologise to Evander and you are going to apologise and explain to Alonso. I don t know whether he will accept it. I m not even sure I want him to he added candidly. But you *will* apologise and it *will* be tonight.



Reluctantly Viktor trailed after Gatrack. His stomach rolled as Gatrack tapped on the tent pole.



What do you want? Evander hissed at Viktor and then looked in confusion at the line of blood across Viktor s throat and at Gatrack who stood to the side.



Tell him Gatrack said tonelessly.



I came to apologise to you and to Alonso and to try and explain my actions.



What makes you think I will allow you anywhere near Alonso again? Evander asked pugnaciously.



Because Alonso is a man Viktor said standing a little straighter. Because the decision to forgive me…or not and to hear me out…or not is Alonso s to make.



Evander stared from one man to another for a few moments. The decision was Alonso s but the boy was so upset. He caught Gatrack s eye and the minute nod. Evander sagged defeated. It was Alonso s choice. He stepped past Viktor to stand outside.



As Viktor entered the tent all the words he had begun to fashion into an apology fled his mind. There was an acrid smell in the enclosed space and a bucket at the side of Alonso s cot was doubtless the origin. He took in the frail wan faced young man and felt his heart would break.



Oh Lon I m so sorry so very very sorry.



Pained eyes regarded him warily as Alonso moved to sit up in his cot. I ve never begged another in my life Lon Viktor continued. But I m begging now. Please please forgive me. Give me a chance to explain. Please don t turn me away.



Viktor dropped to his knees his head to the floor and his body began to shake with his sobs. He was slowly aware of arms trying to wrap around him and husky sounds in his ear. He raised his head to gaze directly into Alonso s face. Tears streamed down the beloved visage and he tried shakily to rub them away. Forgive me he pleaded.



You hurt me so much Alonso s voice was a hoarse croak.



Sorry so sorry Viktor moaned clutching desperately to the slim form. Please he begged again.



*************



Outside the tent Evander was kept at a discreet distance by Gatrack. The younger man knew Viktor was truly sorry for the hurt he had inflected. He was sure that Alonso s generous heart would recognise this. That was his main reason for enforcing the apology so quickly. He prayed that the two young men that he loved could find a way past this painful episode.



**************



Alonso looked at the shaking blond. He was certain the apology was heartfelt. He needed to know it would not happen again what had triggered Viktor s words but for now there was only one thing he could say.



Yes. The single word was barely more than a whisper but it brought a surge of hope to Viktor s soul. He pulled back a little and pressed fervent kisses to the tear-stained face and his heart soared as Alonso began to return them. Viktor forced himself to stand pulling Alonso with him not wanting his hurting mate to kneel any longer. His hands slid to taut buttocks to lift the smaller man and slender legs wrapped around his waist. He moved to the cot away from the bucket and lay down ensuring Alonso was tucked tightly to his body cradled to his chest. Words tumbled incoherently from Viktor s lips words of gratitude endearments and promises. One thing which Viktor kept as clear as crystal in his mind was the fact he was being given a second chance one he would not squander. He would woo and cherish the angel in his arms as Alonso deserved as Viktor should have from the outset. He felt the slim body go lax against his own and he kept pressing soft kisses to the curly hair until he too slipped into sleep.



Outside the tent Gatrack and Evander paced like anxious parents awaiting news of an imminent birth. It took several long moments for them to realise that there were no more moving shadows or muted sounds coming from inside the tent. Cautiously the tent flap was opened and they peered inside. They saw Viktor lying in Evander s cot with Alonso mostly on top of the blond their arms and legs entwined. Evander cast a frantic glance at Gatrack.



It seems as though Viktor is forgiven he said dryly.



What about me? Evander hissed back.



There will be a spare cot in my tent tonight the dark man said with a half smile. Leave them be Evander. And leave them in the morning. I will tell you what happened to Viktor as I am sure he will tell Alonso. Let them have some time to work this out.



Evander sighed but saw no other course of action. He doused the tent lamp and followed Gatrack to his tent.



***********



Viktor awoke feeling fragile and exhausted with a warm weight across his chest. He glanced down to see Alonso s dark curly hair. He smiled at the way their bodies fit so well together. He cuddled the smaller man tightly nuzzling gently at soft skin. He smiled again as sleepy brown eyes opened to regards him steadily.



I am sorry Lon Viktor offered again.



I forgave you Viktor Alonso reminded. But I need to know why it happened and that it is past. Can we move on from this Viktor?



I want that more than anything Lon Viktor said fervently. Slowly he lowered his mouth to Alonso s and kissed him gently. He received a soft smile and pulled the lithe body closer.



The world always seems a better place when you are in my arms Viktor whispered. I should have told you so more often.



I always felt safe with you Alonso confessed kissing at the scratch across Viktor s throat.



I want you to feel safe Viktor said. Safe needed wanted and loved. You are loved Lon. I love you.



I love you too Alonso s heart soared.



Let me tell you what happened to me although it is no excuse for how I behaved last night. Then you can tell me about your life with the Professor.



************



That night Alonso and Viktor did not go to the dune with Gatrack. Instead they left taking a blanket for themselves and headed to a different one. Evander made no attempt to interfere. When the two young men had finally made an appearance earlier that day neither hid the love they had for the other. It seemed to almost glow between them.



When they reached their dune the two men settled on the blanket. Clothing melted away as they exchanged kisses soft gentle sweet. Viktor s hands caressed Alonso reverently as he exposed smooth caramel skin. This time the lovemaking was gentle as each concentrated on pleasuring the other. Their twin cries were offered to the star-lit canopy above them as their seed flowed a tribute to their shared joy. They nestled together for a while before desire began to course through them once more. Viktor undulated above the slender body as he rubbed his hardening shaft against Alonso s.



Let me taste you love he pleaded.



Yes came a whispered reply.



With a soft groan Viktor rose to his knees and spread apart the younger man s slender legs. He bent to kiss up each smooth inner thigh and pressed Alonso s legs back and out fully displaying the smaller body to his ravenous gaze. His tongue slithered along the crease of groin and thigh to soft mewls of pleasure from Alonso. Viktor dropped lower laving the almost hairless velvety sac to incoherent cries and erotic writhing from his dark beauty. Viktor drew each precious oval into his mouth rolling it tenderly before moving on to the prize that glistened wetly on Alonso s abdomen.



So beautiful my sweet he whispered his breath hot against the straining flesh. A silvery trail beneath the quivering rod bore testament to Alonso s arousal. Viktor lapped it away relishing the taste of Alonso s pre-come. His tongue licked from root to tip and then down again so that his face was buried in damp dark curls. He inhaled the heady scent of musk and arousal.



Alonso s pleasured whimper became a low guttural moan as his shaft was enveloped in hot wet suction. A hand briefly replaced mouth tenderly twisting the swollen head and tracing the prominent vein and then Viktor s voracious mouth was back. Alonso wailed and thrashed as the older man s head began to bob up and down. The wet heat seemed to sear his virginal flesh. He could feel Viktor s tongue swirling around the head of his arousal. The suction of his lips and the way his teeth delicately grazed sensitised flesh erotically tortured Alonso. His mate was setting his body alight with need and want. He arched upwards with a scream of Viktor s name on his lips as pleasure he seemed to feel in every individual cell ignited simultaneously. His orgasm thundered through his body and his cream flooded his lover s ravenous mouth as he convulsed helplessly under the older man. A feather-light touch to his hidden entrance prolonged his pleasure as it brought nerves Alonso never knew existed into life. He fell back sated as his spent flesh finally slipped from Viktor s mouth.



I love you Alonso murmured.



I love you too angel Viktor replied as he stroked the youthful limbs that still trembled in the aftermath of such an intense release.



Unable to prevent a blush staining his cheeks Alonso moved to lie over the bigger blond. He felt a surge of power as Viktor gave a low groan deep in his chest as slim hands began to gently pinch at the pink nubs peeking from his chest hair. Emboldened by his lover s reaction Alonso lapped at one then the other teasing with his fingers whichever was bereft of his mouth. Finally he sucked one taut teat into his mouth grazing the peak with his teeth and relishing the evidence of Viktor s pleasure as the older man stroked his hair and shoulders.



So good angel Viktor moaned as he writhed at the tender onslaught. His nipples ached pleasurably but another part of his anatomy ached with need. Please baby touch me he begged.



I want to touch you Viktor Alonso whispered. I want to make you feel good.



With a low rumble Viktor rolled their bodies to straddle his slender love.



Ah God yes he groaned as soft hands began to caress the shaft that jutted hard red and needy from his pelt of thick blond pubic fur. His hips began to rock thrusting into the tunnel of Alonso s hands. His member dripped pre-come copiously some pooling on the smooth caramel skin of his young lover the other lubricating his flesh as it began to move faster. Going to come Lon Viktor panted as he locked eyes with his lover. Coming baby. Viktor threw back his head and roared his completion. He seed pulsed hot and wet to anoint the beloved boy beneath him.



Daringly Alonso drew two fingers through the pearlescent seed and raised his fingers to his mouth. He sucked slowly savouring the taste of his lover s release. As he reached for more Viktor caught his hand raising it to his own lips before leaning down to kiss Alonso feeding his release into Alonso s mouth with his tongue. Alonso accepted the offering with a soft moan.



The lovers lay cradling each other before reluctantly acknowledging the need to return to their camp. The walked slowly hand in hand until they reached Alonso s tent. As they stopped Viktor reached to cradle the angelic face of his beautiful boy.



I love you Lon he vowed.



I love you Viktor Alonso affirmed.



They kissed softly expressing love before finally parting. Viktor watched Alonso enter his tent before moving to his own. Neither young man noticed the black hate-filled eyes that had watched them return to camp.



**********



Alonso sat cataloguing the work completed by the students when a shadow fell over him. He looked up and smiled at his lover.



Can you leave this for an hour? Viktor asked.



Yes Alonso replied a thrill running through his slender frame as Viktor held out his hand. Accepting it he allowed the older man to lead him to the edge of the camp where two horses stood saddled. Viktor Alonso breathed stunned at the sight.



The horses were Arabian stallions and Alonso had never seen such magnificent horses. Both were dark coloured and their coats seemed to shine.



I have a friend Viktor whispered. He let me borrow these.



Reverently Alonso mounted the horse Viktor indicated and watched his lover swing easily into the saddle of the other. They trotted away from the camp with decorum but once a discrete distance away Viktor gave a cry and urged his mount on Alonso following. The younger man felt as though he was flying as he rode hard and fast keeping up with his lover. He reined in his horse as he saw Viktor do the same and the two men leant to kiss each other panting into each other s mouth.



There is going to be a joint camp barbeque tonight Viktor said. We will not be able to sit amongst the dunes as previously. These things go on late and as you and the Professor are your team s leaders you will be expected to mix and circulate.



And what of you? Alonso asked breathlessly. Although he did ride at home it was nothing like what he had just experienced and he was incredibly exhilarated.



Gat and I are just Guides. We re not expected to mix with you Viktor shrugged. You must have attended these before.



I have. I just never realised why Gat wasn t there. I am so stupid Alonso berated himself. I just assumed he did not want to be not that he was not supposed to be. He gave Viktor a defiant stare that had the older man smirking.



And just what is that look for my little tiger-cub? Viktor purred.



I don t care whether anyone else takes their Guides Alonso stated. But you and Gat will be with me or I will not go.



Lon… Viktor began but was interrupted.



I mean it Viktor. Even if you and I weren t lovers you and Gat are my friends. I feel so guilty. I want you there both of you. Please he added the last turning big brown eyes at his smitten lover.



Viktor sighed. He could refuse the younger man almost nothing when he used those eyes so potently. However it did mean that whereas he had expected not to even see his lover that night and although he would have to share he could enjoy Alonso s company. They were already into the second week of their time together and Viktor wanted to relish every minute he could.



I can t speak for Gat but I will be there he conceded.



I will talk to Gat myself Alonso nodded.



Now that is settled Viktor said dismounting. Come and lie with me for a few moments.



Alonso dropped gracefully to the floor and for long minutes the two men lay kissing tenderly. It was with reluctance that they parted. Each man s swollen lips bearing testimony to the love they shared. Smiling they remounted the horses for another ride before heading back to the camp.



***********



Gatrack and Viktor sat on the periphery of the barbeque held close to the magnificent pyramid. Lit torches made the edifice almost unearthly in the flickering light. Other Guides and workers either remained at their own campsites or mixed with each other. They glanced up as Alonso came to sit with them.



You are expected to circulate as you have on previous occasions Gatrack said with a half smile.



That was before I realised how elite it all was Alonso said pouting. It s good for the boys. They are making some useful contacts he added smiling as he sat between his friends. He giggled musically as both Gatrack and Viktor poked at him. For the next few minutes I just want to sit with people I love he added as he slid an arm around both men his friend and his lover. He sighed happily as he felt their arms encircle his back.



That night as Viktor and Gatrack settled in their tent Gatrack s voice floated over to the blond s ears.



What will happen when Alonso returns home?



I intend to go with him Viktor replied. I have money…enough he said with an almost imperceptible pause. I will manage.



I always thought you would make a beautiful couple Gatrack said.



Viktor could hear the smile in the other man s voice.



He is still very young he offered.



With a mature soul Gatrack effortlessly replied. I have known him for years Viktor. He is not fickle by nature. He loves you.



And I him Viktor replied ardently. However this is a different place. What happens back in the real world is yet to be known.



He will continue to love you Gatrack said. He has the experience of the love of his parents as well those who became his parents to guide him. It will not always be plain sailing on a calm sea Viktor but there will be joy and happiness for you my friend Gatrack predicted. He won t fail you his heart is loyal and his love will be as steadfast as that we see written in the stars.



Thanks Gat Viktor smiled. //Joy and happiness// his mind echoed.



The next day was to be spent in the local town. Messages would be sent to anxious families as well as time in the local marketplace to buy souvenirs. There would only be one other such day before the trip ended. Viktor smiled as he settled. He had an idea of what he wanted from the market.



***********



Alon

Adventurous twink gets his yummy ass double-fucked

Sissy Bottom Has a Nite Out Ch. 04

Well following some completely depraved sexual exploits last weekend I entered the workweek thoroughly satisfied!



For those of you not following the series (see my cocktales) my fuck buddy Eric and I had some really hot gay action at a local Theater as well as a raunchy fem-dom 3-some with my wife Toni at home where she showed me all over again why I love her so much.



To tell the truth my ass was sore my jaw hurt and my cock throbbed in a bad way every time I thought about sex. All in all it was pretty much a boring run of the mill week for me. Heck it was Thursday before I ever even gave serious thought to getting my nut off again. Of course by the time quitting time on Friday afternoon came around I was well rested and recovered and back to being hungry for sex again.



When I arrived at the house from work Friday afternoon I found the first floor of the house empty and quiet. I hollered upstairs and my wife yelled back to me.



Up here hun. C mon up! she said.



I climbed the stairs and went down the hall to the master bedroom. As I walked in I found my lovely wife sitting at her dressing table snaking on a thigh high stocking. As I watched from the doorway she slithered it up over her creamy thigh and clipped it to a garter that was peeking out from under a billowy pleated black mid-thigh length skirt.



Now I have a real fetish for sexy lingerie so I watched the scene for a couple of beats before I wised up and asked her Did we have plans tonight?



We do now she replied. Run through the shower while I finish my hair.



Well with a big smile I did just that quickly showering and shaving before walking back out to the bedroom. I was greeted by the sight of my stunning wife sitting on the edge of the bed sucking the cock of my best friend and fuck-buddy Eric. His eight inch dick was being passionately swallowed into the steamy velvet of Toni s mouth. Her brightly painted lips were stretched taught around Eric throbbing member. Her beautiful brown eyes gazed up at Eric s face as he gently caressed the back of her head with his hands.



Toni s firm bosom (36 C) was pressed into a red and black corset which was tightly laced up the back. Her legs were now both covered with black silk stockings clipped to the garters from the corset. The tops of her legs and the bottom of her ass were poking out from under that short skirt she was wearing. God she was beautiful especially when sucking Eric s dick



Eric looked over at me and smiled a huge grin. Hey buddy! He said.



Toni pulled her obviously hungry mouth off of Eric s throbbing cock with an audible plop and then looked at me with a devilish grin. She crooked her finger in a come here motion and said to me in a husky voice You wanna share him baby?



I nearly came on my bath towel right then and there. Instead I dropped it on the floor and hurried over to the bed next to both of them. I sank quickly to my knees and opened my cock-sucking mouth wide. Toni then took that fat 8 inches of man flesh in her left hand and with a gentle pressure on the back of my head pushed my needy mouth over Eric s glistening cock.



As a dedicated cum-slut there is no thrill for me as great as the rush I get when a big hard cock penetrates my lips. I swooned as I swirled my tongue around the spongy-firm head of his big cock as while he began to fuck my hungry mouth. I loved the sensation of the steely yet soft shaft of flesh as it slowly pushed in and out. I was only beginning to satisfy my craving for cock. Already I thought about the delicious rush I get at the moment of last minute swelling his rigid cock twitching and blow the salty blast of spunk down my craven throat.



I quickly relaxed my throat and pushed my face over his dick sheathing all of it in my mouth and neck. His neatly trimmed pubic hair brushed my upper lip while his heavy shaven ball sack rubbed my chin. I stayed like that as long as I could milking his shaft with my throat. Then I came up for a breath and did it all over. Deep throating was a skill I had only recently been taught…but I was a quick learner.



OHHH GOD YESS!!! Eric exclaimed. You are so fucking good! Suck me damn it suck me! Fuck swallow my cock Kevin. Take it all!



Toni leaned in close to me. Suck him honey it makes me horny. I want you to eat his cum. She blew huskily into my ear.



With that I picked up my pace a little bit and began to vigorously almost violently slam my mouth up and down Eric s cock. He was already close and I know how to drive him over the edge. I was really letting him face fuck me and his cock and balls were getting really drenched in my spit and drool. I know Eric loves a sloppy blow job so I was really laying it on. I reached up and got my fingers nice and wet from the slobber on his balls and then slid them back until I found his asshole. I gently spread some spit on his manhole and then I pushed two of my fingers up inside him.



I continued to gobble his cock and now I was not-too-gently finger banging his tight asshole. My own cock was throbbing painfully hard. The week of unabashed sexual adventures was really getting us all going! I slammed my face down the entire length of his big hard dick gasping for air and drooling all over his groin. My two fingers in his ass became three and I diddled him fast and hard. I could tell he was getting close to cumming.



I glanced over at Toni and saw that she was gently almost leisurely strumming her clit with her fingers. Her pussy lips were visibly swollen with arousal. She loved the show we were giving her.



I curled my fingers downward and began rubbing his prostate from the inside and I slammed all of his cock in and out of my lusty mouth. Eric pulled away from me as he sat down on the bed and laid back. I crawled up between his legs and continued to suck him while I was on all fours.



I then moaned with surprised pleasure as I felt the cool rush of fresh lube being smeared on my asshole. Toni was behind me readying me for a good ass fucking. I was thrilled with the prospect of Eric in me while my wife watched.



Toni reached forward and gently grabbed my hair pulling me off of Eric s dick. Okay baby do you want it? She asked as she pushed her fingers into my hungry asshole.



Yeah oh god I do. Make him fuck me honey make him do it. Please! I shamelessly begged for that dick in my ass. I wanted it so badly.



Okay c mere Eric. Let s cram that pussy full with your big dick



Eric walked around the bed and mounted it behind me. I then felt the fleshy bulb of his cock begin pushing into my greasy ass. Slowly but steadily he slid his throbbing cock into me. Inch by inch I was filled with his spongy-hard dick. It felt so fucking great.



I moaned like a wanton slut. Fuck me Eric I begged fuck me. Oh god give it to me! Yes yes man. Give me your cock



Toni reached into the nightstand and pulled out a huge rubber dildo. She rubbed it up and down her pussy to make it wet then began plunging it in and out of her box matching stroke for stroke with Eric as he fucked her husband in the ass.



That s so hot guys She hissed. You fuckers turn me on so much! Then she began moaning and squirming in an obvious orgasm.



I soon lost track of what she was doing as I concentrated on getting banged by my big-dicked best friend. He hammered in and out of me until I almost couldn t take it any more.



I m gonna cum! Eric cried out.



In my mouth! I begged. Give me your load!



He pulled out from my ass and I rolled over allowing him to straddle my chest. He slid forward and plunged his dick into my mouth.



It was like he had tripped a hidden trigger! He let out a snarling moan. He tipped his head back and peeled his lips open growling and then he forcefully grabbed my head with both hands and forced his raging hard on to the back of my throat. I felt his cock expand slightly and then I could feel his seed spurting down my throat. Blast after blast of his spunk shot right into my belly.



Yeah baby cum in his mouth for me Toni said to Eric He s going to eat lots of cum tonight so let s get him started right!



All I could do is gulp and swallow around the cock still stuck in my throat trying to get his huge load into my belly but it was too much for me and some of his cum ran over my bottom lip onto my chin.



Eric just continued to grunt and began to slowly fuck my mouth with a few lazy thrusts of his hips before sliding his slimy cock from my mouth. He looked down at me and gave me a lopsided grin. Then he leaned down and roughly licked the remnants of his wad that had landed on my chin as he withdrew from my mouth.



Thanks man you re the best. He said as he then reached for my raging boner.



Uh uh Toni said playfully slapping Eric on the hand. Not until later for him. Get dressed Honey Eric and I will wait downstairs. We re going out.



With that she dropped her dildo on the bed pushed her shirt back down and they both strode from the bedroom leaving me smelling like cum I had spit and slime running down my neck onto my chest plus a hard-on like you ve never seen. God I wanted to cum!



Just as a wrapped my hand around my cock to jack off Toni yelled back at me Don t you dare jerk off Kevin. Put on the clothes I laid out for you and lets get going. She said it sweetly but it was quite clear that there would be no arguing.



Damn it I muttered as I walked over to my dresser.



What I found when I got there made my dick even harder. Laid out for me was a red jock strap with a wide band on it. As I looked closer I saw that written in some kind of marker on the wide waist band were the words fuck here and an arrow pointing downwards to where my hot ass would soon be. Neatly folded under the jock was a pair of tight black shiny leather pants cut to look like Jeans…only the zipper ran all the way from the front button under the crotch and up to the waist band in back. There was also a studded black leather bandolier type garment that is worn in an X across the chest along with matching bracelets anklets and a collar all with a metal ring on them. I have worn this outfit for Toni before but never outside of the house.



I put on my clothes and reported to my wife and lover downstairs. When I walked into the living room they were seated next to each other on the sofa watching a porno. Eric was lazily rubbing Toni s pussy through the thin material of her thong panties. Her head was tipped back and her eyes were half closed. She looked up as she heard me come in.



Hmmm don t you look… She said.



Fucking hot! interrupted Eric.



Toni stood up and pulled her skirt down. Let s go boys she said.



We all walked through the kitchen to the garage putting on jackets as we went. I was practically quivering with excitement and apprehension too.



Where are we going Hun? I asked We aren t exactly dressed for church here.



Don t worry sweetie you re dressed just fine for where we re headed



We entered the garage and Toni indicated we should get into my truck which I thought was a little odd with there being three of us and only the bench seat in my pickup. Little did I know that was her plan all along. We were barely out of the garage when she ordered Eric to unzip my pants and rub my cock through the jock.



Get him nice and ready baby but don t get him off.



So as Toni drove Eric unzipped my pants pulling the zipper down and around so that those pants were now more like chaps exposing my cock and balls completely. He then began rubbing my throbbing cock through the tight stretchy jock. I wanted to cum so badly I began to moan and groan loudly. The front of the jock had a rapidly growing wet circle from the gobs of precum seeping out my shaft. I lost myself in the pleasure coursing through me and I lost track of where we were until Toni parked the truck outside of the adult book store.



We all got out and went inside. Toni told Eric to buy us passes to the theater and in we went. Then we had the most sexual fun I ve ever had.

Old chubby man in bed with two skinny boys watches them fuck and joins the fun

Fatal Attraction Ch. 02

Hey everyone here s the second episode of the series… actually had worked on it before so it s come real soon after the first one.



Anyway this might be a spoiler for some but Fatal Attraction will be a 7 episode series. This is the second installment so there are five more to go.



And thanks to all those people who mailed me! Keep the mails coming!



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Episode 2



It was steadily getting dark as Damien walked home with a 6 year old. He never refused Mrs. Writer when she asked him to pick up her daughter from school or from the playgroup. The poor lady hardly had any time herself. A 35 year old divorcee she had a hard time making ends meet. And Damien always tried to help her out by picking up her daughter from school and sometimes going to the park with her. And he absolutely cherished the time he got to spend with Valary the little angel.



Uncle Damien what does gay mean? the little girl suddenly asked as they were walking hand in hand back towards their apartments.



Damien turned eighty shades of red.



What? Who told you that word?



Valary looked up at the adult her eyes wide and innocent. Malchik said you were gay.



Malchik was a male nanny at the playgroup where Damien often picked up Valary from.



He did? Damien asked softly as Valary nodded her head vigorously in reply. When did he tell you that?



When you dropped me off at the playgroup yesterday evening. He was talking to John that it was nice that you always came to take care of me and all. And that you always came to pick me up when mom couldn t and all. And that you d probably never have kids of your own and…



Wait a second wait! Damien suddenly stopped walking jerking the little girl backward with his hand interrupting her fusillade of information He said that?



Yes the little girl nodded her head rapidly again. And he was all…



Damn that Malchik. He should not be talking in front of kids like that! Damien was annoyed at that. And to think he had the hots for Malchik. There went his plans of getting into Malchik s pants.



Valary was still looking up at her uncle. So what does it mean uncle Damien?



Damien squatted down in front of the girl till his face was at the same level as hers.



It s grown up stuff.



It is? Valary s eyebrows shot up as her face scrunched all over.



Yes it is. And don t use that word in front of your mother and the next time John or Malchik use it in front of you tell them that your uncle Damien is gonna kick their err bottoms!



I can t ask mom?



No you cannot.



And I can t even ask Malchik?



You are not going to discuss it with him either if he doesn t bring the topic up himself!



Valary was confused now but Damien knew this was all he could do for now. Damien sighed as he stood up and resumed walking with the little girl her hand in his.



A few minutes later Damien entered his apartment. He was free now with nothing to do. That meant he could go down to the racy bars and find someone for the night especially since Duke hardly seemed to give him any time. He mumbled about how Duke wouldn t give him the time of day ever since he hooked up with that girl and the drop dead gorgeous guy.



The answering machine was blinking red and Damien played the messages as he changed his clothes.



The first message was from some guy called Mark who Damien couldn t quite remember. But apparently he had probably spent a night with him for Mark was asking if they could do it again. Damien sighed as he tried as best as he could to try and remember what Mark looked like.



The second message was from Duke and Damien immediately stopped short with his shirt still halfway on.



Hey Dame. It s me. Duke s was cracking up on the recording. I think I screwed up and ummm and then there was a long pause.



Damien paced towards the machine to clearly hear the last few words in the recording.



I m going to the Mongers so…. Yeah that s all.



An electronic voice announced that it was the end of the message.



Damien immediately picked up his cellphone to call Duke.



~~~



You re thinking about him aren t you?



Scott snapped out of his reverie it was Natasha looking at him with a knowing expression.



About who? he asked though he knew who she was referring to.



That nerd Duke you ve been thinking about him haven t you?



What? No! Scott was hardly going to admit it to her.



Oh save it and try fooling someone else. Natasha quipped. She knew Scott like the back of her hand. You didn t have to sleep with him you know.



What? Scott asked even though he knew exactly what was being discussed. He knew this topic was bound to pop up sooner or later.



You didn t have to screw him before you screwed him Natasha replied with a wry expression her face. That wasn t in the plan and you never do things unless they are in the plan.



That just kinda happened. Scott replied defensively. And no I am not thinking about him.



We have to perfect every routine Natasha quipped imitating her partner as he scowled at her. Please for a guy who uses that line as his mantra this was hardly expected.



I m not thinking about him okay! Scott was indignant now.



Fine fine whatever.



Scott waited for her to argue but she did not say anything more. It was evident who the winner of that bout was.



Anyway there s nothing you can do about it now. We leave this town by midnight and you ll never see him again.



Yeah. Scott replied trying to feign disinterest. Would he actually ever see BadgerKing again?



~~~



To say Duke was gloomy was an understatement. He was positively lugubrious. He sat alone at the bar nursing his drink. He watched the pale brown liquid slosh in the glass as he wished he could somehow drown in it and die.



Hey biker boy fancy some company?



It was Randy. Duke looked up and used all his will power to not reach out and smash his glass over Randy s head. Randy was the biggest asshole Duke new.



Nope run along and play with your daddies now!



That would irritate Randy. Duke knew that. Randy with his platinum blond hair cut in the latest fashion. Randy with his red lips and soft blue eyes. Randy who did bareback videos with some porno company to earn a living. His screen name was Randy Rodriguez and that s what everyone knew him as. He wasn t Spanish or Mexican though just bronzed all over and his face was cut at the perfect angles. He weighed almost a hundred pounds over Duke all thanks to the half a dozen hours he spend in the gym each day.



That same Randy had been enticing Duke since quite some time. Probably because he could have anyone he wanted but not Duke. Duke always shrugged him off.



Yeah? Randy questioned with a frown on his face So pussy boy here doesn t want to play?



Duke flipped him with a finger and turned his attention back to his drink.



With a sudden movement Randy grabbed Duke s collar and swung him around along with the bar stool. Randy was 6 feet 5 inches and all of it was muscle which included his most famous muscle of course.



One of these days Duke I m gonna bang you like a street whore and you re gonna love every moment of it. In fact you re gonna…



Am I interrupting something here?



Duke and Randy turned their heads to see the new entrГ©e. It was Damien.



Randy pulled a face. Pussy boy here was just begging for my cock and I m having a hard time saying no to him.



Damien snorted as Randy let go of Duke s collar. Yes I m sure of it.



Randy stepped back as he gritted his teeth at Duke. One of these days Duke remember that! And with that he stepped back as Damien waited for him to be out of ear-shot before he flopped down onto the bar stool next to Duke.



Ok whats going on? First you completely ignore me for like a week and you find some new friends to hang out with. Then you leave some awkward message on my machine I try to call you but you re phone s switched off and now I find you here lower than a pug s testicles having a drink?



Duke stared as Damien continued Jesus! And you don t even have alcohol! Why the hell are you drinking now?



Damien paused as he waited for Duke to reply but no reply was coming. Just Duke s expressionless face slowly turning gloomy.



So what happened?



Duke swallowed before he answered.



I fucked up. And with that Duke motioned the bartender to refill his glass. Damien could smell the alcohol on Duke s breath and it looked like Duke had had quite a few.



I did a job with those two you met and they fleeced me real good. They ran away with the money.



Damien absorbed the news for a few seconds before he replied. That s it? Someone milked you of your shady money and you re all torn apart? C mon I thought it would take way more than that to knock you down.



It was fifty thousand dollars. Duke gulped down the contents of his glass in one go.



Damien s eyes grew wide in surprise. Fifty…



And they disappeared with my share and that s not all.



Damien was still trying to contemplate the sum as Duke continued.



That guy you met at my apartment the other day. His name s Scott. He slept with me.



What? Damien s eyes grew wide in surprise.



Fucked me screwed with my head used me got me drunk up on lust and ran away with my money. Duke slammed his glass upon the counter gesturing the bartender for another round. His voice was becoming thick and drowsy.



Jesus! Damien s mouth was still wide open. So all these days you were working with those two…



Yup and now I m fucked over.



Damien tried to say something but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead he put an arm over Duke s shoulders to try to comfort him.



Somewhere in the corner of the bar a rather penitent man watched the sad figure and his friend sitting at the barstools near the counter.



~~~



Damien had seen Duke drink in life on two prior incidents. He knew Duke was a weird kind of drunk guy. He only drunk on occasions of sorrow and Damien would definitely agree Duke was quite a sad drunk.



Jesus Duke you gotta stop drinking no more for you! Damien had been watching Duke drink since far too long. He had way too much to drink since he had come into the picture and there was no saying how many he had had before that.



Uh Pleeeez Duke made a melancholic face and. A little more.



No. That s it Damien stated as he hastily snatched the glass in front of Duke. Even the bartender had been scowling to refill the last one. Just a quick visit to the men s room for me and we re outta here.



Damien looked at his friend whose eyes looked all sad and glazed over. He thought about how Duke made one hell of a sorrowful drinker.



Damien climbed down from the stool as he picked up his jacket. And we re gonna tuck you in and you re gonna go off to la-la land with no more daring handsome men in your dreams.



Duke looked hurt at that. But I want handsome men!



Damien realized Duke was acting like a kid now an innocent sorrowful child. It was about time he took him home. Of course that meant there was no cruising to be done for him that night.



Just wait here honey. Don t go anywhere. I ll be back in a flash.



And with that Damien made his way towards the restroom.



Duke looked around. His eyes were getting droopy. He knew at the back of his mind that he was wasted more than he had ever been before. But there was a feeling of weightlessness. Something that took away all the sadness and regret he had felt all day since he had gotten up alone in the morning to an empty house all the luggage and plans and equipment used for their job gone not a trace of anything left. Oddly he had felt no rage only grief and misery for himself. And that was replaced by some kind of euphoria for now.



Hey sweetie. Fancy a fuck?



Duke looked up at the sudden voice. It was Randy and he could plainly see that Duke was dead drunk.



Nooo. I can t. Duke stated hazily. I have to go home.



C mon it ll only take a few minutes. It ll be fun.



No I hafta waaiit here for Damien. Duke s mind was clouding by now and the world was revolving all around him.



The blonde porn-star took Duke s right hand and guided it over to his pectorals as he leaned in and whispered in the latter s ears. You like that don t you.



Duke squealed as he felt along the massive chest Oooh. Strong body!



With that Randy put an arm around desolate drunk and pulled him up. C mon it s just a little fun.



But Damien is supposed to take me home Duke protested in a barely audible voice.



Yes. He can take you home after we ve had a little fun.



Randy dragged Duke to the rear exit the drunk youth muttering something all along about how his life had lacked fun since quite some time now and how he someone had cheated him out of the last ounce of fun he d had.



Four other men followed Randy and his inebriated companion out of the bar.



Duke felt the whole world was spinning around him. He suddenly wanted to take a leak. There was a general confusion in his mind however. Where was he going?



He stumbled along with one of his arms pulled over Randy s shoulders as the latter led him outside the back gate and cross a couple of buildings till their coterie comprising of four other men and them entered a dark alley barely lit by a flickering tube light that rapidly turned on and off.



Hey disco! Duke smiled as he was stared at the tube light. Are we gonna disco?



No sweetheart we re gonna fuck Randy declared as he suddenly let go of Duke s hand and pushed him against a dead end.



Duke stumbled over plastic garbage bags as he tried to steady himself as Randy unzipped his trousers.



Four other men in the alley behind egged the huge man on waiting in anticipation for their own turn.



~~~



Where s Duke? Damien asked the bartender. He had just returned from the men s room and saw no sign of his souse of a friend anywhere.



I think he left with Randy the bartender replied not really interested.



What?! Damien s loud voice attracted many glances. He left with Randy?



Yeah about a minute ago I think.



You let him leave? Damien was absolutely livid.



The bartender shrugged disinterestedly and Damien decided there was no time to waste. Duke was drunk way beyond comprehension he could hardly put a sentence together. And he had taken off with Randy. And it made Damien sick to the stomach when he though of all the things Raany would do to him. After all there was way too much common knowledge of Randy s deeds and he himself had had a bad experience with him once. Moreover he knew that Randy had wanted Duke since a long time.



Where did they go? Damien asked in a demanding tone.



The bartender just shrugged again.



Damien quickly made for the exit as he scanned the crowds. He would just have to find Duke as soon as possible.



~~~



Whazar u doing? Duke slurred as he tried to make sense of what was going on.



Randy pulled down his own pants and revealed the famous randy junior the huge member he was famous for.



I m going to finally give you what you ve been waiting so long for.



Yeah Randy go for it! A voice called out from behind.



Don t stretch him too much cause its no fun fucking loose pussies. Another voice called out.



Nooo. Duke said in a loud voice. You re not going to fuck me!



Instantly Randy caught hold of Duke s hands and tugged at the smaller man s button fly which snapped as it broke and pulled his pants downwards.



Duke struggled but his mind was too clogged to put up a fight. He punched the air helplessly. All his strength seemed to have vanished.



Yes! Randy hissed in his ear. I am going to fuck you raw and without rubbers that is. And I m gonna cum inside you!



Duke struggled helplessly as Randy tugged at his shirt and in one fluid motion his t-shirt ripped open. Randy pushed him against a trash can and bend him over exposing his hole to the cheering audience.



Ooh baby Randy yelled I ve wanted this!



Suddenly Duke spun around and swung his arm wildly in the air ramming his elbow against Randy s chest pushing him backwards. Randy lost his grip on Duke stumbled a few steps as Duke tried to pull up his pants to hide his nakedness.



So you re gonna be wild eh? Randy sneered Well it won t take much time to break you.



And with that two men who were spectators till now stepped ahead and grabbed Duke s arms crashing him to the floor.



No. Stop you asshole! Duke yelled but it was of no use. His voice was drowned in the jeering and yelling from the excited men behind.



The two pairs of strong arms forced Duke flat on the ground as he struggled feebly. Randy squatted between his legs and pulled his pants off. The helpless drunken male tried to kick his assailant but they restrained his legs after a few attempts.



Suddenly one of the men smacked Duke across the face making him see stars. Duke s head reeled in pain as the testosterone charged men restrained him to ravage him in their lust. Under the influence of his indulgence and the pain that he felt across his face he could hardly comprehend anything going around him anymore. He put up no more defences as Randy pulled apart his legs and exposed his asshole to everyone once again. The would be rapist grabbed his colossal dick as he guided it towards the puckered hole.



Now let s get this monster inside! Randy yelled as several voices cheered him on and he prepared to invade the defenseless man with his massive tool.



Duke just lay back in a dazed state not putting up a fight. He could barely make out what was happening anymore. There was drool oozing out of the corner of his mouth as he slipped between the conscious and the subconscious. He could barely feel the dick trying to enter him.



I think you should stop.



A voice bellowed from behind Randy and the racketeering men. Everyone including Randy swung their heads around.



It was a tall figure silhouetted against the darkness in the alley by the flickering tube light. A tall figure in an overcoat and whose face Randy could not quite see. Standing ramrod straight with his hands in the pockets of his coat in the entrance to the dingy alley he waited as if for their reaction.



Who the fuck are you? Randy bellowed not getting up from his position. His penis was rock hard and was about to enter the hapless man.



A friend of the man down there. The man stepped towards the ruffled group that stood silently. Just ten seconds ago they had been causing a ruckus.



Well friend of the man I am going to rape you better fuck of from here Randy paused as the man hardly flinched as he walked slowly towards the group.



And don t tell anyone what you saw or else…



Or else what? The man asked in a stentorian voice as he walked to about half a dozen feet from the group his face showing in the light. Randy failed to recognize him.



It s five against one pretty boy. So I think you can imagine what the or else would be like Randy sneered.



No actually I don t the man replied a little contemptuously Maybe you can show me.



There was silence in the alleyway for a few seconds and no one moved a muscle.



Without warning a huge member of the rowdy group leapt at the new arrival. The man in the overcoat ducked with fluid grace to dodge the swing and almost instantly rose with lightning pace with his fist connecting with the attackers jaw from below. Teeth shattered as his head snapped backwards and he flew a considerable distance back before smashing against trash cans.



Blood splattered across the dirty floor of the alley as the first attacker was knocked unconscious.



What the..? Randy cried out as he rose up and tried to pull up his pants as the others in the group rushed towards the friend of the man down there .

He moved faster than they could see connecting punches easily dodging swings and finally leaping around swinging his legs in large semi circular arcs knocking down all the three of the new attackers in less than five seconds. He then slowly approached the infamous porn star.



Randy s jaw had dropped down to his chest. What the hell had just happened? All of his mates were on the floor some grimacing in pain and others knocked flat out. Apparently this man had been responsible but Randy Rodriguez could barely tell anyone how he had done it. His pants were barely on his hips still unzipped.



Suddenly Randy withdrew a pocket knife from under the folds of his jacket and held it out in his hand as he flipped the blade open.



You don t wanna use that. The man s voice was calm and collected.



What? You scared pretty boy? Randy sneered with mock contempt. His knees were trembling.



Okay then the man stated as he shrugged and remained where he was.



Randy waited for a few seconds before he suddenly yelled a battle cry and launched himself forward. With one swift step to the side the man dodged Randy s straight thrust and instantly caught hold of the knife wielding hand. Randy yelled as the skilled fighter bend his arm back and slashed his famous face with the knife still in his hand. Two seconds later Randy and his opponent were standing five feet apart Randy trying to contemplate what had just taken place.



He felt blood dripping from his cheeks as he touched his face with his fingers to feel what was wrong. His fingers returned dyed crimson red.



You asshole you have no idea what you ve done! Randy shrieked before he again launched himself at his adversary.



This time the man suddenly leaped revolving a complete circle as he swung around his leg. The aimed foot connected with the side of Randy s head sending him flying to the side wall. Randy crashed against the wall and was immediately knocked out from the impact to his head slumping into a pile of garbage and plastic bags.



The man straightened his coat as he quickly made his way towards the person who had been the victim of all these men. He sat down next to Duke and cradled his head in his arms.



Duke s eyes were half open and his head was moving from side to side slowly as if listening to some slow music. His savior lifted his form gently trying to dress him up making the best he could to cover his nakedness with the torn clothes.



You okay BadgerKing? the man questioned in a soft voice as he used his other hand and slowly rose to a standing position with Duke in his alms. He easily carried him across the dingy alley where one tragedy had just been prevented and other tragedies lay moaning in the dingy alley.



The tube light flickered relentlessly as two men left the dingy alleyway and five other lay barely moving on the dirt ridden floor.



~~~



Are you sure you haven t seen Duke anywhere?



No its been ages since I last saw him the store owner replied.



Damien was getting more and more worried as each second passed. Where the hell had Duke disappeared? He had searched frantically in the streets and in the stores adjacent to the bar all to no avail. He was constantly trying Duke s cell phone as well but it had been switched off even before he had met Duke at the bar and he didn t expect Duke to use it in the drunken state he was in.



Damien was worried to death. As long as he had known him he had never seen Duke drink himself to such a stupor. Hell he had hardly ever seen him drink at all. And today things had really gotten out of hand.



But what he was really worried about was Randy. His stomach tied itself in knots when he thought about what Randy would do to Duke in that helpless state.



~~~



He was having s tough time dragging Duke around. Initially the weight had been easy to carry but after that staircase even his strong arms were tired. After all Duke was a pretty big guy.



Finally he reached the apartment and managed to get the keys out of Duke s pocket. Turning the key around with one hand he slowly hauled Duke into it. Making his way into the bedroom he gently placed the knocked out form onto the bed.



He hastily made his way to the cupboard clicking his tongue in disapproval as he looked at the dirty oversized t-shirts he saw inside. Did this guy wear anything other than those? Finally he selected one and got back to the man he had lugged around with him for the past 15 minutes. He gently took off his own jacket the one he had put on the drunken form lest he catch a cold and replaced it with the t-shirt he had fetched from the cup board.



Duke moaned a bit in his reverie as if enjoying the pampering and snuggled into the sheets to make himself more comfortable.



The man sat beside the now sleeping form staring at him for a few moments. He gently ran his hand over his hair brushing aside the strands that fell onto his forehead.



I m sorry BadgerKing. I hope you forgive me.



He took a deep breath and got up. He had to make his leave. He had to leave the town in a few hours. And his companion would not be happy to know he d come here.



~~~



But why do you have to get inside now? The old lady asked in an irritated voice.



Just let me check once. I think he might be in. And he s not answering the phone. Damien had been frenetically searching for the past fifteen minutes. Having no luck on the streets he ha finally decided to check up on Duke s house itself.



She grumbled as she fetched out her spare key and opened the door to Duke s apartment. She hated being disturbed at night. She was still in her sleeping gown and mumbled disparagingly about homosexuals as she swung the door open and Damien stumbled inside in his hurry.



Don t do anything I wouldn t the old landlady stated in an icy tone as she made her leave.



No and sorry for disturbing you this late. I ll shut the door when I leave.



She hmmphed as she stomped away her frilly night gown swishing as she made her way across the corridor.



Damien rushed to the only bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Duke s sleeping form on the bed snoring slightly as his chest rose and fell.



He quietly walked over to the bedside and looked down at his friend. Thoughts were still running through his head. How had Duke reached here? He had been way too wasted before. Had Randy brought him here? Had Randy done anything to him? He looked at his watch it was barely twenty minutes since he had left Duke alone in the bar. Randy simply would not have had the time to do something with the drunken Duke and then bring him over. Then had someone else brought him in?



Damien suddenly felt exhausted himself. All the worrying had worn him down. He hardly felt like going home himself.



He made his way to the living room and settled down into the sofa his frame barely fitting into it falling asleep minutes after.



~~~



It was 10 AM on Monday and Duke woke up to a splitting head ache. The blinds had been strung open and the sun streamed in onto his face.



Ahh sleeping beauty awakens!



Duke squinted his eyes to make out the silhouetted form against the sun s rays which stung his eyes. It was Damien.



Jeez what time is it? Duke questioned and immediately regretted speaking for his own voice reverberated across the insides of his head making it throb with pain.



Late enough Damien stated flopping down onto the bed next to Duke. How did you get home yesterday? You came by yourself?



Duke tried to clear his head as he tried to recall the previous night s events. His head throbbed even harder. All he could remember was a dark alleyway and a flickering tube light.



Can t remember he finally stated as softly as he could.



Did you meet Randy after I left you?



Duke thought back once again. Everything was hazy but he did meet Randy somewhere after Damien left him didn t he?



Okay drink this up. My special concoction. Duke glanced at the bedside stand and noticed a pale yellow-red colored drink Damien s cure for his hangover.



I have to go now buddy duty calls but if you need anything call me Damien stated as he arose to make his way out.



And don t go beating yourself over that guy again that Scott fellow! Damien s voice was authoritative.



Duke shrugged picking up the drink pinching his nose shut as he gulped down its contents.



~~~



The loud clanging of the phone woke Duke up again. He checked the clock at the bedside stand before he answered the phone all the time cursing the loudness of the tone. It was 11:53 AM. He had fallen asleep again after Damien had left.



Hi hon its me.



Damien? Duke whispered hoarsely into the phone. His head was still reeling. He was having the hang-over of the century.



Yup sweetie and I have some interesting news. You ll want to hear this.



Duke waited for Damien s pause for dramatic effect to subside.



Yesterday after you got wasted and I sorta left you for a moment Randy picked you up.



Ok? Duke s voice had apprehension in it. He could vaguely recall something.



Along with four other dudes. Duke s stomach churned.



Still don t recall anything sweetheart? Duke shook his head stating no. His mind was still clouded.



Damien sighed from the other end before continuing. And they sorta took you to some dark alley and were all set to take turns on you but somebody came along and saved you.



Huh? Duke stated with surprise in his voice.



Saved you is an understatement Damien continued He literally bashed all five of their skulls in. Beat them up real good.



Serisouly? Duke questioned.



Yup they ve all been beaten up badly and a couple of them have been hospitalized as well. All done by one man who none of them knew. And the words all around and everywhere man. Everyone s talking about it.



The fog in Duke s mind was suddenly lifting. His headache seemed to have disappeared.



And then I m guessing he dropped you home your knight in shining armor. Can t you remember anything darling?



Duke did not reply.



You there darling? Damien questioned.



Suddenly he whispered. It was Scott.



Huh?



This time his voice rang into Damien s ears on the other end loud and clear. I know who it was Damien stated firmly. It was Scott.

2 straight brothers who have never seen each other naked. Jerkoff and cum next to each other.

Jack & Walt Ch. 02

[This is my second offering here at Literotica. I had several responses to my first story and found that I loved hearing your thoughts praise and criticisms...please let me know how you like this one!]



It had been a little over three weeks since that surreal Friday evening that I lost my anal virginity to my roommate and best friend Walt. We had both been pretty occupied with our jobs since that evening and each of us were also becoming more involved in traditional hetero relationships as well. I wondered what Diane and his new girlfriend Maryanne would think if they could have seen Walt on his knees between my outspread legs the two of us fucking like animals!



We had managed to enjoy a little oral sex since then but until today had not had time to reverse our initial roles…to allow Walt the opportunity to be the receiver of anal intercourse. We now had a weekend alone before us and I was feverishly anticipating the chance to make love to my friend’s sexy little bottom. I only hoped that I could give him the sensations the fullness the unexplainable warmth and satisfaction that he had literally filled me with that Friday night.



As I entered our apartment I heard a thump and a sloshing sound and then a “damn” emanating from our bathroom. I opened the door to find Walt completely naked struggling to hand a filled two-quart enema bag from the shower head.



“Damn Jack you’re home early…I had hoped to have this project over with by the time you got home but I’m only half done – not a very romantic sight I would think…”



“Actually you look sexy as hell standing there holding the bag so to speak” I responded. “Why don’t you let me help with your rinse?”



“You’d do that…are you sure”?



“Sure I would. Enemas are a lot more enjoyable when you have a little help from a friend…just lay down on the rug on your back and I’ll get this started”.



Walt stretched out on the fluffy bathroom rug and pulled his knees apart and his legs up under him. Doing so made his arousal complete and the penis I have come to crave was bobbing seductively before me. He was freshly shaven. His testicles and anal area were smooth as silk and a drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft.



At my cue he raised his butt up and I placed a thick towel under his bottom. I grabbed the KY and squeezed a generous amount onto my index finger. With the fingers of my other hand I gently spread his cheeks apart exposing my lover’s dark tunnel entrance. I massaged the KY around and into his anus – he was already swollen a bit from his first enema and I cautioned him to go slowly when he released this rinse so as not to further inflame this tender flesh.



I took the nozzle in hand and placed its tip against his puckered hole and slowly inserted the bulbous pipe – past his sphincter and into his rectum. He moaned softly as I did this…then more loudly as I opened the clamp and let the warm contents of the bag flow into his bowels.



“Oh my God Jack. This feels wonderful” he sighed.



“I know buddy I love those warm and wet feelings too” I answered.



As the fluid slowly flowed into him I bent over and nuzzled my face into his crotch enjoying the feel of his freshly shaved genitals on my lips and the musky smell of his arousal. I parted my lips and slowly traced the underside of his cock from the base of his shaft to the now oozing tip paying close attention to the super-sensitive area just below the head. I was careful not to stimulate too much…I wanted him so completely turned on that he would soon beg me to fuck him.



“Oh God Jack! Stop the flow – I’m really full!” Walt pleaded.



“No need” I responded. “ you’ve taken the whole two quarts. I‘ll get things ready in the bedroom while you get rid of the enema”.



I left Walt to finish up his cleansing and went into him room. I was somewhat lightheaded from all of this newly discovered male stimulation and more that a little confused regarding the complex turns my sexuality had taken. Is this the way bisexual girls feel about their same-sex desires? Does this happen to lots of guys and girls and I’m just not aware of it?



I had to admit that I now felt like a complete sexual being – that sex with a man satisfied some primal urges not fulfilled by fucking a woman. An any rate my very erect penis told me not to worry just go for it!



I finished undressing and pulled the sheets back just as Walt came into the room.



“How do you feel”? I asked.



“Man I feel wonderful. I really feel clean inside and the stimulation turned me on like crazy” Walt answered.



The enema had rekindled the fire in both of us and now we were about to explore a new area of our sexual awakening.



“Good. Get over here and let me check you out” I spoke hoarsely. “I hope you are ready for your first fucking.”



“Please do me good.” Walt’s voice cracked a he spoke. “You’re probably the only guy that I will ever let do this to me so I want you to fuck me long and hard – stick that fat cock of yours deep in my ass and fill me with your hot cum”!



We feverishly embraced clutching each other. Each set of hands massaging rubbing caressing the hot flesh of the other…further heightening our already aroused states. I pushed Walt onto his back. We were both breathing heavily. I knelt over him and took his left nipple into my mouth licking and sucking it as he moaned. My right hand reached down to his legs and I gently stroked the inside of his thighs. He instinctively spread himself open allowing me access to his smooth ball sac and anal region. I explored these erogenous areas with unrestrained passion – touching and licking – I wanted to consume my friend. I moved my hand up and softly wrapped his engorged dick with my fingers slowly pulling back and forth on the sensitive skin of this beautiful organ. The aroma of sex filled my nostrils.



“You’re driving me e nuts damn it!” he cried.



“I’m just getting started my friend” I responded. “I want you to turn over on your stomach now. I want to take your virgin ass as you took mine”.



As he rolled over I took a position on my knees between his spread legs. A shaft of sunlight from the bedroom window shone perfectly on Walt’s bottom. As I spread his cheeks apart it illuminated the inviting nether region that I needed so badly to explore. Panting raggedly I kneaded his bottom as I lowered my mouth to his crack. I extended my tongue into this crevasse tasting the saltiness of a man’s ass – the soapy cleanliness had been overpowered by the musky aroma of his sexual arousal.



My tongue sought its objective. With my hands I pried his cheeks wide open so that I could see my prize. His anus was red and slightly swollen from the two enemas and I knew that bathing this delicious rosebud with saliva would soothe him. I nestled my nose into his bottom and licked slowly back and forth across the delicate skin.



“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God…” he repeated.



As he thrust his loins back into my face I attacked his hole…licking and slurping kissing probing into my friend with my tongue. I could not believe the heat that was pouring from my lover. He bucked wildly as I invaded his most private place.



I managed to back off in time – to regroup – to regain my senses.



I rested my cheek against his bottom and began to prepare him for my cock. Although it had been only a few seconds since I paused Walt begged me to continue. I took the bottle of Astroglide and squeezed a copious amount of lubricant into his crack and began to massage the slickness around and into his bottom. I slipped one wet finger past his sphincter.



Walt now seemed to be more in control and ready to enjoy this to the fullest. In a calm voice he asked me to please go slowly so that he could savor each new sensation that I brought to him. I added a finger and proceeded to explore the rectum much as I had explored my own so many times in the past. I marveled at the sponginess of the tissue the shape and size of the prostate gland and of course the heat the wonderful heat that would soon lovingly encase my swollen penis. I stretched my fingers apart and twisted them back and forth…he was dilating nicely…he was almost ready.



We had talked earlier and decided that even though he first took me face to face in the missionary position I would enter him the first time in doggie fashion. I knew that my cock which curved downward when hard would provide increased pressure on his prostate in this position.



“Walt it’s time for us to fuck…are you ready for me to fuck your hot little asshole”?



He rose up on his knees and wiggled his rear end at me. Reaching between his legs he parted his cheeks and inserted a long skinny finger into himself. Rotating it in small circles he answered lewdly “Yeah I’m ready for some hot cock Jack. Fill me up with that sweet dick of yours…give me the nasty buttfuck that I need so bad”.



I crawled into position behind my friend devoid of all rational thought as animal instincts took control of my actions. I applied more lubricant to my swollen cock and nestled in behind him rubbing the purplish head of my organ up and down the crack of his butt. I was dripping pre-cum continuously. With one hand on Walt’s shoulder I guided myself to his hole..



“Is that it lover? Is that your entrance?” “Is my dick at the rim of your butthole ready to go inside you for the first time?” I wanted him to tell me what he was feeling…I wanted him to tell me in the most vulgar terms what he wants and feels….



“Push that cock into me NOW! Fuck my ass Jack…fill me up with that beautiful dick of yours”.



As I slowly pushed forward I felt his anal ring further dilate to accommodate the thickness of my cock. A muted “umph” told me that the head had passed that magic point and that I was now inside my lover my friend in a very special way.



I wanted to go slowly but we each pushed against each other at the same time. In one long smooth stroke I was imbedded im my roommate’s bottom.



“Jack I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life” Walt whispered. “I don’t want these feelings to ever go away…you feel so good inside me…so hot so damned hot…promise me that you will always do this to me…fuck me now Jack…fuck me now…”



I slowly drew back bringing the tip of my penis out to his opening and after a brief hesitation I plunged back into him. He cried in ecstacy not to stop and I was in heaven as I savored the tightness and warmth of his rear end. I felt the boiling in my testicles as they ached for release. Back and forth we moved against each other our genitals mashing together in a sexual rhythm as old as life itself…



All too quickly it happened. I crossed that threshold and felt my climax approach. Sensing this Walt screamed “hold my cock I’m going to cum”. I reached around and grabbed his throbbing penis and jerked the slippery organ between my fingers.



We humped together in a frenzy trying to extract every single bit of pleasure from this incredible joining of our bodies…I felt the familiar tingle as my semen started its journey and with the first spasms of orgasm I felt Walt’s cock explode in a torrent of hot cum shooting all over my hand and the now sweaty sheets below. I thrust deeply into my lover’s bowels splattering his inner walls with what seemed to be endless ropes of hot cream.



With that it was over. We collapsed but remained joined together. My cock had no intention of deflating and Walt was very content to keep me snugly inside him for a while. Exhausted we drifted off to sleep.

Harry and his boyfriends fuck in the club

The Xmas Elf

It was snowing pretty hard. I had just stoked up the fire when I heard the knock at the door.



Who could that be I thought.



I was up in the woods practically in the middle of nowhere. It was just me and my dog Max and Max was in his doggy bed sleeping the sleep of the dead.



I went to the door opened it and stepped back as a stranger fell against me. I steadied him and pulled him completely inside then barred the door.



I deposited the stranger on the bed and pulled the thick white bear coat from his shoulders. It was damp and covered with snow.



I tossed it on the floor and took in my mysterious and unconscious guest.



He was very small and slender almost what one would call a twink. His hair was golden blond it was short and corkscrew curly. He looked all of eighteen twenty at the most.



He was beautiful in a feminine type of way.



I found myself in the possession of a full-blown hard on. I tried to disregard my condition and began to remove the young man’s wet clothing. If he remained in them he would catch hypothermia or even pneumonia. There wasn’t a hospital within miles and the blizzard had disabled my truck.



Again I wondered how the young man had made it to my cabin. The snow on the ground outside must be at least several feet deep.



I took off the blond’s dark green sweater and white cotton undershirt and caught my breath as I saw his nipples. They were the most stunning little pink nubs that I had ever seen. My fingers itched to pinch them.



I restrained myself and focused on removing his dark green jeans. They were far too tight. They fit him like a second skin.



After much tugging the pants came off with a wet sigh and I dropped the soaked material over the shirt sweater and coat.



To my surprise he wasn’t wearing any underwear.



He doesn’t need any either I thought.



His cock lay limply against his thigh. I estimated that it would be at least seven inches erect.



Another thing that surprised me about him was that I could not spot a strand of hair on his smooth white body other than his head of curls his arched brows and long lashes.



He was blissfully bare.



Fighting the urge to run my hands over his body I started taking off his boots. They were of high quality leather black and ankle length. Inside they were lined with soft white fur.



He wore no socks.



I rubbed his skin dry with a towel and pulled some extra thick blankets and a quilt over him. I stared at him for a moment adjusted the bulge in my crotch and went to make some hot cocoa.



The kid would need something hot to warm his insides when he awakened and I told myself that it wasn’t going to be my cock.



*****



I had laid his clothes out before the fire so that they could get dry. I busied myself finding some clothing and socks of mine that would fit the petite teenager. The best that I could scrounge up was an old gray sweatpants and my favorite black knit sweater.They would both sag on the kid but they would keep him warm.



I looked over at Max. The golden retriever was still sleeping like a baby. I grinned. Max was old anyway. He needed his rest.



Even my dog knew better than to mess with the cold outside –Max only ventured outside with me when I went to collect firewood. On the return journey he would always be the first one to the door eagerly waiting to get out of the cold.



I stirred a pot of beef stew and set it off the fire so that it wouldn’t burn. When I turned around to check on my visitor I found that he had awakened and was avidly watching me.



His eyes were the clearest blue that I had ever seen very expressive and full of intelligence.



“Hey you’re up. You feeling okay?” I asked him



He stared at me for a moment and boldly looked at me from head to toe. I wasn’t embarrassed by his assessment. I’m a good-looking person. I have what some people call rugged features. Couple that with my jet-black hair and Irish heritage and I’m a walking billboard of maleness.



Yeah I have always been confident about my looks and it isn’t because I’m vain. I could care less about cutting my hair –which had grown past my shoulders or keeping up with the latest fashions or hell even cashing in on a modeling contract that had come my way while I had been in high school. At the time when that had happened I had been interested in football. The game had been my life –to hell with modeling.



“I’m fine ” my guest finally said in a moderate youthful sounding voice. He shifted beneath the covers then stretched. The blanket slipped down his chest and revealed his cute nipples. “It’s good to feel warm again.”



I secretly agreed with him. I was getting warm down below.



I mentally scolded myself and desperately looked around the cabin for something to do.



Cocoa yes I could get him some.



I handed him a cup of hot chocolate. His small hands seemed fragile wrapped around the large mug.



“My name’s Mitch ” I told him.



“I am Aaron.”



“What are you doing here?”



“I…got lost ” he said and sipped his chocolate. “Mmmm this is good.”



His childlike cheerfulness brought his mysterious presence to my attention. I was angry that he was here. He could have died in the snow.



“Your parents must be worried about you a kid your age being out here. You know just because you hit eighteen and become an adult doesn’t mean that you can take on the whole world especially Mother Nature.” Then something occurred to me. I snapped my fingers and asked him “This is one of those dumb fraternity things isn’t it?”



He smiled at me. “You think that I am eighteen?”



His question bothered me. What game was he playing anyway?



“In mortal years you’re just a child compared to me ” he said.



What…I was thirty years old! His comment irritated the hell out of me.



“I ought to put you over my knee and spank you boy.”



He raised a brow in amusement and inquired “Why don’t you?”



I had only meant to threaten him. I had not expected him to bait me.



He set his cocoa down on the bedside table and pulled back the covers. He rolled on to his stomach and raised his round little bottom. He looked over his shoulder at me and asked “Well? Aren’t you going to spank me?”



Jesus.



I wanted to do something more than just spank him. I found myself standing beside the bed. I sat down before I lost my nerve and looked at his butt. The cheeks were parted. I could see his pretty asshole. I tentatively touched the hairless pink sphincter with the pad of my thumb. The rosette was tiny. It had to be virginal.



“Aren’t you going to open your present?” Aaron asked me and swayed his buttocks.



Boy does he have a mouth I thought.



My fingers latched on to his white globes. My large hands dwarfed his rear. He was a petite young man. How would he manage taking in my cock?



I cleared my mind of those thoughts and pressed my thumb against the rosette. It gave away like the soft flesh of an overripe peach. His anal ring surrounded the tip of my thumb.



“Play with it a little ” Aaron told me his head resting on my pillow.



Yes I thought. I will play with it. This is my Christmas toy.



I eased my thumb into his rectum and wiggled it around. Aaron felt clean and moist. He was a perfect little cherub through and through.



“That feels nice ” he said. “Do you like playing with my bottom?”



“Yes.”



“Mmmm…why don’t you see how many of your fingers can fit in there?”



His suggestion damn near made me cum.



He couldn’t be serious.



I’m a large muscular man with large fingers. Hell I used to play football. Did he know what he was asking me to do?



“Are you sure?”



“Go on ” he calmly said. “Open it up.”



I removed my thumb and inserted my index finger. Aaron released a long soft sigh.



I pumped my finger in and out of him for a few minutes trying to stretch his tiny pucker.



“Ooooo…you’re finger is so big ” he said. “Put in another one.”



“No way. You’re stuffed as it is ” I said.



“Put it in ” he insisted.



I drew back my index finger lined it up with my middle finger and pried at the minuscule opening. By some miracle the rosette widened over my fingers and accepted the two thick digits.



Aaron smile at me. A dimple graced his cheek. “You look surprised. Don’t you believe in miracles?”



I didn’t know what to say. I had to be hurting him but he looked cheerful and completely untroubled by what was happening to him.



I moved my fingers inside of him forward and back side to side. There seemed to be more room.



Without his urging I tried slipping in another finger the third digit and eased it in alongside the others.



“Mmmm…” he said. His eyes were clouded with passion.



His hole was snug. I could barely move my fingers.



Some inner demon prompted me to add another. Before I knew what I was doing all four fingers were inside of Aaron’s expanded pink portal.



“Oh Mitch…” my name was a whisper on his lips.



I was fueled by his moans of approval. I squeezed my thumb past the taut anal ring and gently shoved my fist within him.



Aaron let out a squeal of delight. His face reddened.



He was so warm inside. I looked down at his rosette. It was enveloped around my wrist. I could feel the pulsing of Aaron’s heartbeat from the tiny veins within his sphincter.



My cock thrummed with desire at what I had done. My entire fist was up the blonde’s adorable little ass.



“Mitch…” Aaron’s voice was strained with pleasure. “Do you want me to stop?” I asked him worried that I might have misconstrued his enjoyment.



“No ” he answered. “Don’t ruin this for me. Your hand feels so good. It’s right where I want it to be.”



Realization struck me. I was giving his prostate quite a work out. I was afraid to move my hand any further.



“Aaron…”



“You’re uncomfortable with this ” he noticed.



“It’s kind of strange that you’re not.”



“I am very pliable Mitch. I can take almost anything.”



“Well if you don’t mind I’d prefer that you take my cock.”



I carefully removed my hand. Aaron gave a lethargic sigh.



To my astonishment his rosebud returned to its original state showing no signs of being over stretched. It looked virginal again.



“Amazing ” I muttered in disbelief.



There was no redness or anything.



“Mitch ” he said. “I want you inside of me.”



Oh god!



I grabbed him by his hips and dragged him down over my cock. He laughed at my impatience. His rosebud parted for me. I slid my cock in slowly relishing his moist interior. I released a long sigh and watched as my thick nine and a half inches of cock disappeared into his nether mouth.



“Fuck!” He was deliciously tight. If he were any tighter his muscles would cut off the blood flow of my dick.



“I can feel the ridges on your cock ” Aaron told me. “They’re nice.”



Damn he’s frank I thought. Had he no shame? Nevertheless I enjoyed his blunt casualness. It made me want his sweet little ass even more.



I finished making my long trek down his narrow passage. His butt was pressed completely against my pelvis. The contrast of my muscular hard slightly tanned body against his slender soft white skin added to my excitement. I felt as though I had pillaged a village and robbed it of its precious golden haired virgin.



I buried my hand in his natural tight curls and clenched it in my fist. I gave it a tug and he gasped. I moved my hips forward bunting his ass.



His hands clutched the bed sheets.



“Oooohh…Mitch. I love your cock. I love all of it.”



“Damn it Aaron ” his talking was making me mad with passion.



“I like the way the tip of it is flared. It scrapes me real good.”



“Fuck!”



“Oh yes…I like the way that you do that too.”



“Aaron.” I reached a hand around and covered his mouth. He licked my palm.



I ground my cock into his impertinent ass. He gave a sharp cry and stiffened. My cock had rammed his hot spot.



Grinning like a wolf I vilely assaulted his pleasure place making him tense every muscle in his body. He whimpered his cries smothered by my hand. With my other hand I searched for his cock and grabbed the little rod. It was the only hard thing on him.



I massaged his silken skin over his blood-engorged shaft. He began moving back and forth again over my cock dually letting me fuck and jerk him.



My meat hummed in his bowels. My balls smacked his cheeks.



I alternated my strokes stabbing into his walls.



His curls bounced with every blow.



My cock was awash with pleasure.



A muted keening sound came from Aaron. I felt something wet roll on to my hand.



“Aaron?” I removed my hand from his mouth. He looked back at me his eyes were filled with tears. “What is it baby? What’s wrong?” I asked him.



“Your cock feels incredible ” he said breathlessly. “I’ve never…had a cock go so deep Mitch. Fuck me Mitch. Make me scream.” I licked the tear from my hand and concentrated on devastating the prime piece of ass before me. My dick was like a piston driving into his moist cylinder.



“Mitch! Oh god! Mitch!” he half cried half shouted.



I could tell that he was ready to come. His inner muscles clamped down on me. I threw my head back and groaned. The pressure in my balls tightened. My movements became more awkward but I kept stabbing at his gland.



Aaron shuddered and let loose a load of his spicy eggnog into my hand.



His spasmodic ass sucked the cum right out of me. I unloaded my hot spunk into his sheath and gave it several more quick fucks getting my cum to coat his insides good and proper.



Aaron laid his head on the mattress panting and blushing prettily from his orgasm. His fingers tweaked one of his pink nipples. I helped him pinch the bud.



My cock was lodged in his behind basking in the damp sensation of his cum painted man cunt.



“Mmmm…Mitch.”



I kissed his shoulder.



He seemed to be lost in some euphoric world. He kept muttering my name over and over. I caressed his slender limbs and comforted him while he came down from his passionate high.



“Feel better baby?” I asked him.



“Mmmm hmm ” he said and smiled at me.



I rubbed his back and gently eased out of him. His insides clung to my cock. He gasped and bit his lip. His ass wanted me to the very end.



My dick finally fell free with an audible pop. His sphincter greedily sealed itself up trapping my cum inside of him.



I licked his cum from my hand. There was a faint taste of peppermint.



When did I have peppermint? I shrugged the thought off thinking that my hand must have still had toothpaste or fragments of candy cane that I had stored in my kitchen.



I lay back on to the pillow and Aaron laid down beside me cuddling into me for warmth.



I played with his golden curls tucked one behind his ear and froze.



His ear was pointed at the top.



“What the…”



He smiled at me.



I sat up and told him “You’re an elf.”



“I know ” he laughed.



“You’re not a teenage boy.”



“Right again.”



“How is this possible? Elves aren’t real.”



“Oh but they are. I am here aren’t I?” he stretched sensuously.



I couldn’t believe it. I had just fucked an elf.



I guess that explains his peppermint flavored cum…



“How did you get here?”



“I walked ” he laughed.



“Won’t any of your friends be looking for you?”



He shook his head. “No. I did something that no elf is supposed to do. I left home ” he said. “I broke one of the rules of our society by coming into the mortal world. I may not be able to return.”



He was in exile. The poor thing.



“That’s okay you could stay with me ” I said and caressed his thigh. “Mitch will take care of you.”



He slid his foot over my softened cock and huskily said “I would like that very much big Mitch.”



I groaned and lifted his foot to my lips. I nibbled on his heel. “You know you’ve been very naughty ” he wiggled his finger at me “and Santa doesn’t give presents to naughty boys.”



“I’m a grown man ” I told him. “I don’t need gifts from Santa ” and pulled him towards me. “Fuck Santa.”



“No ” he said his blue eyes bright with lust “fuck me.”



I joyfully did as he wanted.



I didn’t get any presents for Christmas but my naughty little Xmas elf sure made the holiday more bearable with his sweet Christmas ass.

You are going to get a revealing insight into the ways for a drunk cute gay boy to get entertained on a lonely evening. There many more ways…

Opposites Attract Ch. 02

KOEN



Why are we back here? More importantly why did I agree to come here with you? Mark grumbled as he followed Koen into The Witching Hour.



Koen grinned over his shoulder at the blonde man. Because you can t bare to miss out on a good time? He replied teasingly as he lead the way into the crowded Friday night pub. Two weeks had gone by and they d already played twice more at this pub and had another gig lined up for tomorrow night which pleased Koen immensely.



Mark glared at him from out of dark blue eyes but followed him as they made their way towards the bar to order drinks. Koen felt relieved and strangely disappointed as he noticed that Raul wasn t in his usual place behind the bar. Well you did come here to see him didnt you? An annoyingly smug inner voice asked him as Koen flinched way from it denying that. He just liked this bar it had a good atmosphere. Yes that s why you found yourself sitting at the bar chatting him up right? His inner voice taunted him unmercifully he wondered resentfully if everybody s inner voices were that annoying and pushy. It s not like that he s just good to talk to. He shot back at that inner voice Oh yeah? Then why didn t you bring Rudi with you? You know she wanted to come with you you told her you were just going for a boys night out . The voice continued to taunt him mocking his denials. Koen ignored that and the embarrassing feeling of guilt that was rising in him.



Koen felt stupid for being so defensive with himself all he d done was come in a few evenings and talked to Raul. He d turned out to be quite a cool guy and he was good to talk to plus a good laugh. He ignored the fact that his original reason for talking to Raul was to shut up his curious wolf. Getting closer to Raul had been a mistake for his wolf s curiosity had only grown and got more fixed on him.



Koen good to see you. The smooth dark chocolate baritone greeted him and Koen felt himself turning his head as he smelled Raul.



And you didn t see you when we first came in. Koen heard himself saying as he grinned at the Raul watching as the dark haired wolf sat down next to him at their table. Koen found himself watching Raul s muscles under the tight jeans in his legs and stomach as he stretched his legs out



Tonight s my night off.. Raul replied as he grinned back his golden eyes giving him a lazy knowing look acknowledging Koen s eyes locked on his legs. He stretched his arms over his head forcing his upper body muscles to shift and flex for Koen. A faint smile twitched at his lips said he knew and liked Koen s eyes running over him. Koen realizing what he was doing pulled his eyes away from Raul s muscles.



Only you would come back to the same bar you work at on your night off. Koen teased him deliberately ignoring what had just happened. His breath catching as Raul flashed him another white grin. Koen liked him in the tight fitting dark jeans and burgundy button down shirt he was wearing in some slinky fabric that clung to his broad shoulders and lean muscular chest it set off his colouring too. Raul s glossy dark hair reached half way down his back and was loose tonight the colour setting off his golden eyes and skin they gleamed with health. He also smelled good not of cologne he just smelled clean of soap with his natural man and wolf scent blending together. That smell and the hint of his power that followed him around like an extra scent had Koen s wolf rising in him. Why his wolf was so attracted to that smell and the wolf that went with it was something that made him curious and wary at the same time. His wolf didn t show that much curiosity in even Rudi.



Tell me your still single. Mark fairly purred as he looked Raul s lean body up and down hungrily showing he too had been watching the display. A question he always asked when he saw the dark haired man.



Koen saw Raul s golden eyes gleam with humour as he looked back. What if I am? He answered with a teasing smile again the usual answer. Koen felt both men would flirt with anything and said so.



Mark grinned at him. Your just jealous cos your not single. Is it my fault that your tied down so hard and fast and you can t flirt with anybody else anymore. The best you get is to look..



Koen scowled at Mark knowing that Mark had seen him looking too as Raul laughed a husky rich sound that had his cock jerking as it started to harden. What was it with Raul that he got this way? It was ridiculous since his early experiences with his own sex he wasn t interested in them anymore and stuck to women. He hadn t even been interested in another guy since those days.



When he saw that Raul was staring at him curiously a hint of heat in his golden eyes. Koen forced his body to control itself not wanting Raul to smell his interest.



I m going to get a drink. Raul declared getting to his feet and walking to the bar giving Koen a great view of his muscled bubble arse as it flexed in his tight pants.



Are you sure you want to stay with women? Mark leaned over to whisper to him. That boy is hot for you and you seem to be hot for him too.



Koen glared at him. I am not. He denied.



Mark snorted. Sure.



Koen so didn t want to encourage Raul if he still secretly harbored anything for him. Oh admit it you want him to still be interested. You d be gutted if he stopped flirting with you. His inner voice informed him seeming disgusted. IT seemed his wolf agreed to from the growl he felt inside him as his wolf shifted around fascinated as always by the other wolf s smell his power and not understanding why his human half was denying his instincts. Koen pushed both of them away as he sipped his rum and coke determined to ignore both inner voice and his wolf.



Why do you come to a straight bar anyway? I can understand why you d have to work in one but in your own time? Koen realised that Mark was talking and shook himself out of his thoughts. Some time during his thought process Raul had returned to the table with a Jack D and coke.



Raul smiled the man hadn t hidden and even flaunted his gay desires. Because there s often a better selection of men in straight bars and I like to sight see sometimes plus I like the music here. Raoul answered unshakable in his answer as his golden eyes lingered on Koen for a moment or two as his smile quirked into a smirk when he noticed Koen s expression didn t match what they both smelled.



Mark shook his head. Well I prefer the gay bars at least you know any man that approaches you is after another man. IN a straight bar your playing Russian Roulette or worse you end up having to break in one of those straight bi-curious guys whose never tried to get it on with another man but has thought about it since his teens. He commented with a sneer but his eyes were more amused then his expression showed.



Raul laughed at this. OH I don t know sometimes the bi-curious ones can be fun.



Mark snorted. Yeah if you don t mind all the protesting and whining. Most of them are screamers too I like noise in my partner but not that loud that my neighbors are giving me rude angry looks the next day or two. Then you are at risk of getting one that wants to stay in the closet but still wants you to fuck him.



Even Koen laughed at this comment as he d heard this rant from Mark before and didn t feel at all offended by it he sympathized even. In his days when he played around he d come across a few of what Mark was talking about. It was funny and somewhat annoying and he knew when Mark grinned at him that he understood the human was the only human he trusted as a friend and confident. Mark knew what he was as both a wolf and bisexual and he didn t really hold either against him especially as he hid it. Mark he knew had too much respect and affection for him as the pair were close and he also knew the story of those past events.



As the three of them chatted and drank together Raul suddenly suggested they try a nightclub called The Queen a popular gay club that would now be hopping. Mark was keen and Koen shrugged he d been before with Mark and he didn t mind it so much. So off they went all three of them drunker then when they started and Koen didn t even object when Raul slung a companionable arm around his waist. Being that close to him had Koen s wolf and dick rising yet again and he shifted away from him slightly hoping the other wolf didn t notice the heating up of his skin or smell anything of what he was feeling.



When they got to The Queen they could hear the music and the line outside told them the place certainly was hopping. With a charming smile and a whispered word to the big burly skinheaded bouncer from Raul they were quickly skipping the line and making their way into the dark recesses of the club. Koen couldn t help it that even though he d braced himself for the noise heat and smell of a packed nightclub he still flinched when it all hit him as he moved through the door. Inside his wolf snarled reacting against the bombardment as well.



Sux doesn t it? Raul whispered in his ear his arm sliding around his waist companionably causing Koen to jump again as he hadn t even noticed in all the sensory overload that the other wolf was that close. I don t ever get used to that first moment or two.



Koen nodded struggling to adjust and after a moment or two of putting up his tightest shields he almost sighed in relief as his shields protected his sensitive senses from being overrun.



RAUL



Sux doesn t it? Raul whispered in Koen s ear sliding his arm around Koen s waist. Shamelessly using the excuse of his friend s momentary stunned bewilderment to touch him again as he watched the alpha struggle for control. He really did feel sympathy for him as he too struggled with it his wolf howling along with all the noise in protest. But he was more used to crowded night clubs then Koen and flipped up his strongest shields to protect himself and his senses from the overload.



Come on guys let s get moving! Mark called back impatiently as they pushed their way into the crowded place and Raul obliged pulling Koen along with them.



He d been a little surprised that Koen had come willingly to this place and hadn t expected Koen to come to the pub on his night off. But he d hoped he d come so he d dressed up for him and been rewarded when he d seen him sitting at their usual table with Mark in tow. Although he d caught flashes of heat and sexual interest in Koen he hadn t been sure the other wolf was that into guys.



However he d caught Koen checking him out the memory of the feeling of those pale eyes locked on his arse had him smirking and his dick lurching he couldn t help teasing him. Mark s jokes had made him curious and when he d smelled Koen s interest he d decided to experiment and suggested they come to The Queen. Mark had been up for it immediately and Raul sympathized smelling the sexual frustration on him and hearing it in his voice. He was still a little surprised that Koen had allowed him to get this far true it had been him that introduced himself to his wolf and had started up most of their talks when he d come to the pub. But Koen had replied and even started coming along and starting up conversations of his own.



As he d learned about him over the past couple of weeks Raul s desire for him now was nothing to how it started. He d learned that Koen was honorable proud had a wicked sense of humour and was quite laid back for an alpha. There was obviously some sort of pain in his past and the puzzling question as to why such a powerful and clearly good alpha was without a pack were clearly mixed up together. He d learned that Koen was basically on his own as he played with his human band and kept his wolf girlfriend.



Despite the girlfriend Koen was obviously missing wolves like some people needed to be touched and so he d used some of that knowledge to get closer to him and used it to casually touch him knowing that it wasn t strange to wolf culture. Wolves were big on rough and tumble play fighting lots of touching hugs curling up together to sleep in big wolf piles so he knew it wouldn t be strange. He felt the benefits himself having no pack of his own either.



As they got to the bar Mark was approached by a tall brown haired jock and disappeared towards the dance floor with an airy wave leaving him along with Koen.



Let s get another drink shall we? This rounds on me. Raul suggested as they got to the bar and found some space to order.



Rum and coke then. Koen replied he was standing so close to Raul that he could feel the natural warmth radiating off his body.



Wolve s had a higher body temperature then humans and it made Raul want to rub himself against that hot warmth that had nothing to do with sex at the moment. Raul could also smell him Koen smelled like clean man wolf and was wearing some sort of subtle spicy cologne that had him near moaning when he smelled him. Raul had a real weakness for cologne so it was driving him mad and he had to fight another urge to rub himself against Koen so he d come away smelling like him. He d also been right Koen s eyes were a pale clear green startling wolf eyes indeed.



As Raul ordered their drinks he spent the time turned away from Koen to force his erection down and controlled himself so he wouldn t betray too much too early he knew that Koen had likely already smelled it but it didn t mean he had to advertise it. By the time he d paid for their drinks he d got himself under reasonable control and they turned around at the bar to sip their drinks watching the dance floor. Raul noticed a short Asian man eyeing up Koen and glared a warning at the man a low growl rumbling in his throat too low for anybody to really hear in the night club but the Asian guy turned his eyes away finding it not worth a fight with the tall Native American guy.



Down doggie. He heard Koen whisper in his ear teasingly out of the corner of his eye Raul saw the smirk on his face and the gleam of knowing amusement in his pale green eyes. Raul had a feeling that alcohol was freeing Koen of the usual cautious reserve he showed with him.



He saw a subtle flash and glow in those eyes and felt the presence of Koen s wolf looking out at him and felt the now familiar curiosity and interest from that wolf. He d noticed the wolf before but hadn t realised it so strongly before and felt his own lips curve up in a smirk of his own as he realised if Koen s wolf wanted him then Raul had something in his favor. No wolf could ignore his inner wolf s desires for long especially during the full moon when their inner wolves had more control of them keeping them closer to their more animalistic sides.



Oh no I believe the down doggie should be directed toward you my friend. Raul whispered back tauntingly deliberately leaning closer so he could suck on Koen s ear so the wolf and Koen could smell him allowing a little of his power to slip through his shields and flare out his skin onto Koen s. With an evil smile he felt his semi-hard cock harden the rest of the way to full erection shamelessly hooking Koen s wolf. He felt that low growling purr coming out of him and felt satisfaction as he saw Koen s green eyes flare brighter for a moment as the taller green eyed man stiffened his body going taunt in more places then one. He saw that Koen s teeth and finger nails looked sharper and his voice had lowered from its silky baritone to a lower husky bass as his vocal cords began to change as the man growled in a mixture of interest and protest.



KOEN



OH no I believe the down doggie should be directed toward you my friend. Raul had taunted him as he d leaned closer and to Koen s shock sucked on his ear playing with the wolf claw earring. Koen nearly moaned as he smelled Raul and felt his little rush of power run over his skin like soft furred electricity. It touched him in places no hand was supposed to touch. Koen s wolf growled in pleasure enjoying the power rush and the smells coming from Raul.



Koen noticed smirk on Raul s face when he pulled back still keeping his lean muscular body pressed down his side. He could feel Raul s hard cock pressing against his thigh as his wolf responded to the wolf purr with one of his own. Pouncing on Koen s attraction and distraction his wolf seized control for a moment or two as it matched Raul s wolf purr with one of it s own. Then his teeth and nails were lengthening before he could stop it. The wolf was urging with all it strength that he fuck Raul mark him anything. His wolf wanted to roll itself in Raul s smell his power his body.



Koen had a moment where he wrestled control back from his wolf and forced it back this was not the time to fuck or mark anybody or change shape for that matter and managed to get his face and body under control but his wolf refused to settle this time so he decided to satisfy them both in his way.



You should watch what you bite Russ. You might bite off more then you can chew. Koen warned wickedly deliberately calling him a wolf name that meant little wolf it was a name all pups were given until they earned their true names at puberty.



Koen turned his body slightly releasing some of his own power to stroke down Raul s skin as he leaned his weight against him for a moment moving his head so he could run a hot open mouth down his neck allowing his sharpened fangs to score lightly. He pressed his thigh against Raul s hardened cock rubbing his erection and smirked evil amusement showing in his green eyes at Raul s moan as he saw those golden eyes flare and shine with his own wolf s presence.



Pulling away from him he smirked pleased with the reaction he d gotten and felt the old rush of wicked amusement and pleasure from having driven his partner a bit crazy with his body and his power.



Abruptly he sobered and mentally slapped himself and told himself off. What was he doing? He didn t do this kind of thing anymore he told himself firmly as he darted off into the crowd he needed to go home and control himself. HE had Rudi now he didn t need somebody like Raul screwing up his life again. He d already fucked and been fucked metaphorically in return he didn t want to repeat the experience he thought to himself with a sneer.



Ah good running again I like that. You can t escape yourself or you wolf he wants him. His inner voice chided acidly as he realised he was doing what he d done three years ago and had ever since. He knew he couldn t run from himself or what his wolf wanted forever his wolf wouldn t allow it for one thing. but he didn t have to face it yet and wouldn t.



You used to have courage and been fearless. His inner voice was still chiding him acidly. Yean well now I m a coward aren t I? He replied just as acidly to that extremely irritating voice as he exited the club and got at taxi home.



Restless aroused and uncomfortable he slipped his human skin. In the weaker human s place was a large dark red and silver wolf and this time Koen joined his wolf he and his wolf were once again one as they raced into the night. Koen hoping he could run his restlessness and hornyness out.



RAUL



Raul was stunned and more turned on then he d ever been in his life when he saw the evil wicked amusement on Koen s face as he paid him back for what he d done.



You should watch what you bite Russ. Indeed Raoul thought as his body still throbbed and ached tingling from the power rush Koen s power had given him feeling as if furred electricity had run down his body stroking him in places that he d never had touched before. He wasn t even terribly annoyed at the insulting name he d been called as his wolf howled inside him wanting to chase after the other wolf his wolf wanted Koen almost more then he did.

He forced himself to stay where he was his golden eyes narrowed with thought as he swirled the ice around his empty glass. His mind was slowly coming up with a plan he now knew that both Koen and his wolf wanted him. His wolf wanted him more and he knew that. As much as Koen might protest and run he d never outrun his wolf forever and he just needed to be closer to him until the full moon.



He hoped to get into Koen s bed and to get Koen to fuck him before that before their wolf selves decided it for them but if he couldn t then he d take what he could get. But he needed to be close to Koen for that and he wasn t close enough seeing him the few times he d already seen him.



He also hadn t forgotten Rudi the current mate and nearly snarled as he remembered that one. HE flicked his loose dark hair over his shoulders his golden eyes gleaming he wouldn t take no from her. Only Koen and with a smirk he knew that he wasn t likely to get a real heart felt no from the red haired wolf. So he needed an idea a plan to be around him and the only thing he could think of was to get Koen to shake out his alpha self and claim him as a subordinate. Yes that would work. How would I do that? How do I get Koen to declare himself my alpha? Raul asked himself ignoring a black man s attempt to hit on him as he sought the answer in his empty glass as he set it down and left the nightclub.



He didn t live far away from the nightclub so he just walked towards his apartment as he pondered his problem. He knew Koen and his band were playing in his pub the following night. So he had to do it then as the full moon was only three weeks away being that they d just had one. The only way he could think to get what he wanted was through a challenge. But he hadn t seen any other wolves around for him to get into a fight with. Raul tightened his will and his lips he would find a way he would his wolf was with him on this. They had to get their mate.

Two shlongs for a cute boy

Clothesline

You can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store while others take an interest in our town s fabric shop which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town s jacket shop with its discounted leather section.



Me I spend most of my time at the Lawnville 5&10 in the shelves devoted to laundry supplies.



I was there last Wednesday when Gerth shows up shopping basket in hand and heads straight for the clotheslines. At least that was where he was headed but when he saw me he veered toward the shelf holding motor oil.



Seeing which store sections a guy avoids can be revealing too. I cast a glance at Gerth s shopping basket. All that it held was a package of looped clear line. Going fishing? I asked.



He jumped as though I d just caught him browsing through *Playboy*. Yeah Lawnville folk jump when you catch them reading mainstream skin mags. It s that type of place.



He stared at me and then at his basket before his expression cleared. Yes I need some new fishing line.



Sounds fun. I turned my attention back to my choices. They didn t look good. You know anything about clothesline? I asked.



What? You d think I d just caught him in a closet with the mayor s daughter.



For hanging clothes. My dryer is bust and I can t tell which of these lines to buy.



Oh. Suddenly Gerth was all business-like. Neither of them are very good actually. They re weak – they break easily. You need something stronger. That is if it s your own clothes you re hanging. He glanced me over. I was wearing one of the standard Lawnville outfits: flannel shirt jeans and boots. He was wearing the other standard Lawnville outfit: a dress shirt and slacks.



Damn. I stepped back from the shelf. I don t want to drive all the way to the mall.



Gerth hesitated then said We could check my house. I think Jessie left some behind when she moved out.



You sure? I don t want to put you to any trouble.



It s no trouble. Besides I owe you.



I should explain about Gerth: he s a borrower. The first day I moved onto his street he showed up at my door and asked to borrow – I kid you not – a cup of sugar. Then it was my hose. Then it was the lawnmower.



It took me a while to figure out that this was Gerth s way of paying social calls. It was a no-risk situation: if the neighbor didn t want to talk Gerth could pretend that he had only come round for his original errand. I guess breaking up with Jessie made him kind of skittish about taking chances with people.



Thing is he always pays back for the original loan in double. If you loan him your hose the next thing you know he s watering your flowerbed. If you loan him your lawnmower you ll wake to the sound of your own lawn being mowed. It s sort of a thank-you note from Gerth for you talking to him. Which quickly endeared the guy to me I ll admit.



Not that I let myself think too much about it. Wonder Bread must have been invented in Lawnville – this is the most white-bread suburb you can imagine. Though I d always wondered about Gerth even before the rumors started that he was receiving shipments of Viagra. Jessie moved out soon afterwards which must have left Gerth feeling even more like a fish on dry land. So I bided my time waiting for the right moment.



Here we are said Gerth a half hour later his sleeves rolled up to his armpits as he rummaged through a dresser drawer. I thought she might have left something down here. She always collected lots of useless odds and ends.



Uh-huh. I didn t bother to look toward the drawer I figured I already knew what was there. Instead I took in my surroundings. Gerth lives in a split-level same as me and his laundry room is partitioned off from the rest of the basement. One thin pole helps to hold up the ceiling – I was leaning against it and I could feel the vibration from the washer that was humming nearby. The washer beeped.



Want me to toss your clothes in the dryer? I asked.



Oh no I ll do that said Gerth and he shoved the drawer closed before turning away with a clothesline in hand. He didn t quite shut the drawer all the way. As far as I could tell he was well-equipped to go mountaineering if he wanted.



Try this he said thrusting the clothesline into my hand. I think it s strong enough.



I tested it briefly with my hands then ran my fingers along it. Feels soft I commented.



Yes I like the soft type said Gerth who was transferring dark-colored clothes to the dryer now. I mean that s the type Jessie always had me buy. He stooped to pick up a long dress-sock that had fallen from his arms.



Wise woman. I glanced round the room again. Other than the dresser there were shelves sticking out from the wall. But really the pole was the most convenient object at hand.



I began unwrapping the clothesline saying I m not sure whether it s strong enough though. Looks like it would break if you put it under pressure.



It won t Gerth said firmly as he poured laundry liquid into the washer. Nearby the dryer was beginning to hum its way round. It made a nice vibration on the pole too. I took a stretch of line in my hands held the two parts of the rope together then suddenly snapped the line taut. Gerth nearly poured the laundry liquid into the floor drain.



Maybe I said in a non-committal manner. Hey Gerth if you re putting a load through would you mind washing this? I reached into my left back pocket and fished around before tossing the relevant object to Gerth. I used to leave it hanging out but that was before Lawnville got cable TV. You never know what odd bits of information your neighbors will pick up from the media.



Judging from Gerth s blank expression he didn t watch the right TV programs. All he said was I m doing whites.



It s light grey I assured him. Actually it s dark grey so dark that it can sometimes be mistaken for black. But for Gerth it would be very very light. I didn t want to scare him.



Too much.



The hanky went into the washer which made a nice vibration indeed when combined with that of the dryer. I held the clothesline taut again. Gerth was still watching me out of the corner of his eye. I think I ll have to test this I said.



It s amazing how even under a sixty-watt bulb in a dark basement you can tell when a guy goes pale. Oh? Gerth said in his Wonder Bread voice that had no doubt fooled Jessie for the first three years of their marriage. How so?



I need your help. Come here. I let my voice grow peremptory just to check. I wasn t surprised to see Gerth brighten. I took him firmly by the arm and pulled him over so that his back was against the pole. Hold onto this I said handing him the end of the line. No wait – let s make this a proper test. I took back the line and began looping it around Gerth s wrist.



He forgot to breathe. He also forgot to ask me why a proper test required that his wrist be bound. He simply stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed like someone who has just won the million-dollar lottery.



The test consisted of me tying his hands behind the pole and seeing if he could break the line. Since the line was long I tied his feet to the pole for good measure. He gave the line a token tug and said I m not sure.



Wait. I walked over to the drawer and rummaged around for a moment. Then I returned to where Gerth stood tied to the pole.



He stared at the bike chain in my hand. What are you going to do with that?



Stuff it in your mouth I suggested with a smile. Then I regretted my remark as Gerth paled again. It was too early for him to panic. I said soothingly Just joking. Here hold this. I reached round and placed the chain in his hand wondering whether he would drop it. He clung to it like he was a small boy holding his father s hand. I placed the second clothesline in my empty pocket to have it out of the way then began unbuttoning Gerth s shirt.



*What are you doing?* It was nearly a scream. If I touched his belt he d start howling louder than the Lawnville fire siren. Fortunately I wasn t planning to go that far.



You look hot I said. I just want to make sure you don t get overheated. I pulled back the shirt letting my hands brush over Gerth s chest. Nothing special there: a bit of hair some tits that were puckered from the cold. But the stomach was nice and flat and would look even nicer once I was through.



He didn t say anything as I looped the second line round the back of the pole tight across his forearms and then tighter across his stomach. I tugged hard and his chest began to struggle for breath. I glanced quickly at his face to make sure I wasn t taking him too far. His expression looked dazed not doubtful. As for his crotch I d already figured out that that part of him was having the time of its life.



Have you done this with anyone before? I asked conversationally as I finished the knot.



He hesitated then asked Done what?



I slapped him. It wasn t one of those slaps you see in the movies where the villain hits the heroine to the ground then goes off-camera to have his hand X-rayed for fractures. It was just a nice easy open-palmed slap that left Gerth s head turned ninety degrees from where it had been before. He gave a yelp that left my own crotch warm.



Don t fuck with me I growled clamping his jaw with my hand and pulling his face round toward me. When I ask a question I expect to be answered. Tell the truth or I ll–



I stopped not to be dramatic but because alarm bells were going off in my head. I don t know what trick other tops use to tell the difference between play fear and real terror. All I know is that I can always tell when I ve gone too far.



Or you ll what? he whispered. Sweat trickled down his forehead and he was beginning to shiver. Probably it was the shivering that had clued me in.



Or I ll let you go I said simply and released his jaw. I waited.



His gaze dropped. He swallowed. I spent the next minute looking at his nice flat stomach and the nice indentation the rope made in it. Then he looked up and asked softly What was the question?



Sir.



He didn t get it. I had to spell it out for him. He swallowed again then whispered What was the question sir?



I asked him again and this time I got his life story. I could have written it up beforehand from my own memories. The childhood secret of self-bondage that was carefully hidden from his parents the teen years of wondering why making out with gorgeous dates didn t get him hard . . . Hell he even matched me with his night-before-the-wedding agony over whether to go through with it.



At least I d had enough sense not to show up at the altar. Even Carl admitted that within a few years though our MCC pastor still isn t speaking to me.



I cut Gerth off when he began to explain painstakingly that the divorce had been his idea in order to save Jessie from the consequences of living with a pervert. So you never asked her to tie you up? I said.



He stared at me as though he had just discovered that I was My Favorite Martian. Then he said faintly No sir. I wouldn t make her do anything like that.



And it didn t occur to you to look for someone to do this with once she was gone?



Again he stared. I didn t– Sir I thought I was the only one like this.



Not a TV watcher at all then. I gave him a slow smile as a reward for his honesty. Well I said then it s lucky for you that I live just down the street.



He looked uneasy rather than pleased. I guessed it was because of the close connection between my question about Jessie and my statement about myself. I decided I really didn t want to start him thinking he might spell out the letters BI in his head and get in a panic again. Instead I took the bike chain back and proceeded to bind the upper part of his arms. I let the chain dig into his chest just below his nipples it would make a beautiful pattern-work afterwards for him to admire.



The dryer beeped. About time. I pulled open the door and after short search I found the dress-sock. It was long enough for my purposes. I held it up for his inspection.



He got it right away this time and I saw the fear re-enter his eyes. I sighed then leaned forward to murmur in his ear. Look I said we ve lived near each other for more than a year now and I ve had you over to my house loads of times. Have I ever screwed you over? I mean *really* screwed you over?



He didn t say anything at first. Perhaps it was due to the fact that my hard cock was now pressing against his leaving no doubt that this was a game of mutual enjoyment. On reflection I decided that screwed was a poor choice of words. But after a minute he said It s okay. It s just . . . I m new to this sir.



I m taking that into account I assured him and proceeded to blindfold him. Then I stepped back to admire the sight.



Something about that sixty-watt bulb made Gerth look better than if we d been doing this upstairs. The light threw shadows onto his body highlighting the way the clothesline dug into his skin at the stomach at the ankles twice around the arms and I knew around the wrists. The line would be biting into him in all these spots surpassed only by the cold chain grinding into his chest. Gerth stood upright sweat still pouring down from his forehead and soaking the blindfold that he stared blankly into.



Nearly perfect. I still had some clothesline left over.



He yipped when I passed the clothesline under his crotch carefully positioning the line to dig between his balls. What–



Shut up I said in a warning voice. Actually I like a little feedback when I work but I didn t want this to get out of hand. He needed to remember what this was about. Just to make sure he did I finished off the knot at his waist and then tweaked his left tit.



He gave a screech. What the hell are you–?



I slapped him again this time with the back of my hand. Fortunately I always keep my nails trimmed. You don t say no to me I told him letting my voice go very deep. You say Yes sir or you answer my questions. Or you say Let me go and I do and this is over. But as long as you re mine you don t question what I do.



He didn t make any immediate response to this. His chest was heaving twice as fast now like I d tightened the rope around his stomach. I tweaked his right nipple and he made a gurgling noise but didn t speak. Shall I test the clothespins? I asked softly twisting harder.



He opened his mouth then quickly closed it. I could see him trying to sort through the options I d left him with. Then he said faintly If . . . if you want to sir.



The right answer. I released his tit and gave him a light pat on the cheek in reward. Then I stepped back. I was beginning to feel tight in my jeans. I don t use blindfolds without good reason.



I tried to be discreet but the washer chose that moment to reach the end of its cycle so the scratch of my zipper rang through the room. Gerth bit his lip I could just imagine what horrors he was envisioning now. But he didn t say anything. He was learning fast.



As for myself I just wanted to relieve the pressure. I stood still a moment stroking myself – thank God I don t need lube for such matters because there wasn t anything of that sort in this room. Then I went over to the washer and pulled out my wet handkerchief. I turned the washer back to the beginning of its cycle I liked the vibration against the pole and I could guess that Gerth did too.



Tell me I said did you ever get snapped with a wet towel when you were young?



He swallowed loud. I sort of figured that he had and that he was the type who had cherished the memory. He thought of himself like I had as just a ropes-and-blindfold sort of guy I wanted to expand his vision. So I played with him for a while snapping the handkerchief against his chest and his arms and even his face – I have good aim. He never knew where the next sting would fall I could see the excitement building up in him. I waited till it reached its peak then I sent the handkerchief flicking onto his left tit. He screeched to high heaven and I blessed the fact that Lawnville citizens don t investigate suspicious sounds. I was sure that a fair bit of gossip would be making the rounds tomorrow about the noises that had emerged from Gerth s basement. I made a note to myself to exit by way of the back entrance then I stung Gerth s right nipple. He howled this time.



I smiled stroked myself a bit till he had caught his breath then said in an amused voice I wonder what I should aim for next.



Even with the blindfold on the mixture of fear and hope was clear. No he whispered.



What was that? I asked sharply.



I . . . The fear overtook the hope. I m sorry sir! I didn t mean to–



You ll have to be punished for that I said and let the handkerchief fly.



Now here s the proof that ninety percent of sex takes place in the mind. I was sending a piddling handkerchief tip his way and he was wearing slacks and underwear. He couldn t have felt more than a touch of my blow. Yet he screamed like a bride being ripped of her maidenhood. Even before the wet spot appeared on Gerth s slacks I knew what had happened.



In the porn stories the players always come together. Uh-huh. All I can say is that the washer completed its full cycle before I made use of Gerth s floor drain. In the meantime Gerth got a dose of tit-twisting and a few gentle punches to the chest. He didn t say a word. Like I said before Gerth always pays his debts.



Afterwards when we d put the toys away and carried the clean laundry upstairs to the living room Gerth said hesitantly Your handkerchief is still wet.



Don t worry about it. I stuffed the hanky in my left pocket. Sometimes I park it in my right pocket but that wasn t something Gerth needed to know. I stepped over to the patio door.



Um . . . I really should pay you back. For the wet handkerchief I mean. Gerth s voice was uncertain. I could see him calculating in his mind how many years of mowed lawns would equal what he d been given.



Sure I said. I could use some new clothes. And the 5&10 is having a sale in the men s section next week.



Yes! Gerth seized on this idea eagerly. Whatever you want just tell me. I ll deliver it to your door.



Oh I think it would be better if we shopped together. So that we can pick out the right one. I slipped through the patio door and then slid it shut till there was only a foot left open. I smiled at Gerth.



Fact is I said I m in need of a new belt.



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A couple of sexy twinks tasting each other\’s cocks while getting ready for some anal fun

Going Hiking

After a long week at work I sped home to pack and get ready for my trip. Bill and I were going hiking and camping in the mountains about an hour from our house. I had already packed the night before and was just getting the last minute details squared away before we left.



I went into the house through the garage and grabbed a beer as I passed the fridge. I picked up my pack and tossed it over to the door. I changed from my suit into hiking boots jean shorts and a tank top. I scooped up my pack on the way out of the bedroom and tossed it into the bed of my pick-up truck. I surveyed the wall of equipment in the garage and picked several items. I grabbed the ropes and D-rings that we needed for climbing. I grabbed a harness for myself and then a sturdier one for Bill. Once all the gear was loaded I called Bill to let him know I was on the way. I pulled another beer out of the fridge and locked my house on the way out.



I honked my horn as I pulled into Bill s driveway. He came out of the front door and started down the walkway. I admired the way Bill looked as I always did. He was 6 2 200 lbs. and short cropped black hair. He carried a dark tan all year around. He was dressed like I was and the muscles of his powerful legs flexed with every step. The muscles of his chest and shoulders were obvious through the thin material of his tank top. We could have been brothers as must people asked. We were both the classic ideal of the all-American man. No one would have ever guessed that we were lovers and had been for 2 years. The sex was awesome but we were also the best of friends. We shared the same love of sports and exercise found humor in the same things and enjoyed gourmet cooking.



We were well on our way to the mountain and had moved off the main roads as we climbed higher and higher. The traffic was very thin and I missed not being able to dodge slow moving cars to get up the mountain. The powerful engine could really get the short bed F-150 moving and passing cars was like being in a road race. So I contented myself with tuning a new station on the radio. I brushed my hand against Bill s leg as I brought my hand back to the wheel. Don t start something you can t finish pal. Bill said as I looked over at him. He leaned over and got another beer out of the cooler on the floor and drug the cold can up my leg as he sat back up.



Cooold! I squealed. Bill rubbed the cold spot on my leg with his hand and took a swig of his beer. The hand on my leg was moving higher and I shifted in my seat to allow access to my hard cock if the hand should go that high. I hoped that it did. Just as I had hoped the hand began massaging my hard cock through the material of my jeans. Bill reached inside the pant leg of my shorts and freed my cock from its cage. I sighed as bill moistened his finger in a drop of pre-cum and rubbed it across the sensitive skin of the head of my cock. I was still not comfortable and so I unbuttoned my jeans and lifted my hips so I could slide then off. I felt so free without my shorts that I took off my shirt also.



I must have been a sight driving down the highway wearing only hiking boots with one hand on the wheel and one hand on my dick. Bill reached over and pushed my hand away so that he could stroke my cock. He stroked up and down the length of my shaft and lubed up his hand with the pre-cum that was running out of the tip of my cock. As my excitement grew I urged Bill to take me in his mouth and finish me orally. Bill was an excellent cocksucker and really enjoyed his work. When Bill s lips touched my hot cock I groaned and reached up to run my fingers through his close cropped hair. He licked all over the head and then slowly took my length down his throat.



He bobbed up and down on the shaft with a strong suction that drove me crazy. I tried to concentrate on the road without much luck. I was close to my climax and yelled out I m cumming . Bill deep throated my cock just as a flood of cum escaped the tip. He sucked and swallowed every drop of my cum and then stroked the shaft trying to milk every last drop from me. Bill kissed the sensitive head and sat back in his seat. He reached for his beer and took a long pull. Shot of cum with a beer chaser bartender. We both laughed at his little joke and I struggled to pull my shorts back on and stuff my deflated cock inside.



I had just zipped my shorts back up when we came into the small town that lodges hikers before the climb.

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Sacrificed by Curiosity Ch. 02

When I awoke still very groggy I found I was completely naked with my arms suspended from overhead hooks with chains and my legs spread apart and attached by chains to a stone floor as well. We were in some sort of stone vault. I had what seemed to be a wooden stool supporting me from behind and below so that I didn t drag my arms out of their sockets against the chains in my unconsciousness.



I felt wetness all over my body and became barely conscious that all of my body hair was being shaved off me with foam and straight razors except for the hair on top of my head and my eyebrows. A man I barely remember from the crowd at the party was working on my right armpit and Doug himself was quite carefully shaving my pubic hair and my balls. Someone else was working on a thigh and a calf.



They were pretty much finished as I came at least partially out of my stupor and began to test my chains. Doug was washing me off—everywhere—with a wet scented cloth. I found that all of my limbs had a bit of freedom of motion but not much. The hooks of the chains attached to my arms and legs ran in groves along the floor and stone ceiling and the grooves ran up into pillars in front of me and behind me which indicated that the position of my body could be readily changed without freeing me. My wrists and ankles were heavily padded where they were cuffed to the chains. I had never felt so exposed and controlled before in my life.



I would have let everyone know how little I appreciated being trussed up like this but I was still groggy and was completely awed by what I could see. About fifteen feet in front of me in the middle of the room was a low-slung altar with a large brazier on top which was emitting heavy musk-scented smoke. But even more awesome were the men in the room. Although I recognized several as having been at the party in the mansion and the sexual allure had been heavy in the air there the current context of their presence here was highly confusing and had entered an entirely new sexual dimension. They were swirling about the stone vault and all were naked to the waist. All wore tight latex-like red leotards open at both the crotch and the ass. They all were in superb shape well-endowed to a man even though of widely different body builds and types and all had at least half hard ons. They also all wore horns on their heads which made them appear to be satyrs which no doubt was what they were pretending to be. They were drinking heavily from flagons and many were smoking joints or popping pills as they glided about the room touching each other intimately in passing.



Then out of the smoke appeared the host of the party Donatien. In contrast to everyone else he was entirely naked except for the horns and a black leather belt crisscrossing his chest. He was heavily tanned which could hardly be discerned through the hair that covered his body in profusion absent only here and there to accent how it flowed in channels over his body. His violet eyes had a new luster to them whereas he had borne the slight illusion of the Satanic when I had met him at the party now he was the devil full blown—a devil of extreme sexuality and allure. Every inch of him exuded illicit sensuality. But what I couldn t take my eyes off was his cock. He was horse hung and was in full erection—and no doubt had taken something that would keep him so for a good long time.



I was growing more aware of my surroundings and started rattling my chains trying to break free. But Donatien just walked up to me and pushed the stool off to the side now that my legs could more or less support my own weight. With a big grin on his face he backhanded me smartly across the mouth stunning me. Then his mouth tongue and teeth started to brutalize my pecs and nipples. He grabbed my head in both of his hands and went into another deep kiss on my lips. Once more his tongue pushed capsules down my throat. But instead of blacking out this time the drug made me feel powerless but increased my sensitivity to touch and I also could feel my cock hardening and my ass canal loosening. Still intent on struggling my way out of this I bit him on the lip. He pulled away and gave me a startled look. Then he laughed licked at his lip with his tongue and backhanded me across the cheek again. My head snapped back and he sank his teeth into my neck. I could feel him sucking at my blood. He only did this though long enough to demonstrate to me the totality of the power he had over me in this situation.



For the next half hour or more Don played my body with his lips teeth and fingers. His mouth wound up on my cock where he worked it in front until I thought I was going to explode. He let me rest briefly and then approached me from the rear pulling my cock between my legs and alternating between working it and my asshole with his mouth.



All the time he was doing this the rest of the men were working their way into a sexual frenzy. Right in front of me I saw Doug bend a willowy young man forward over at the waist enter him from behind in one long continuous slide that had the young man panting and moaning and begin pumping him in deep thrusts. While doing this Doug was staring intently at me and I had the sensation of him entering me rather than this anonymous young man. Another man was sucking the dick of Doug s partner and in short order yet another heavily muscular man was riding Doug from behind as well. Doug threw his head back and laughed with pleasure.



The brazier had been moved from the altar and a young man was stretched out on his back on the top of the table. Below him a beefy black man was spread-eagling the young man s legs and pumping away at his ass with a big thick cock. A man covered in colorful tattoos was straddling the young man above and both were engaged in a vigorous 69 sucking. In one corner of the room a completely hairless satyr was trussed up in a sling made of black leather straps and was being blown by one muscle man and fist-fucked by another whose sweat glistened and wavy tattoos undulated in the light from torches placed along the walls. A third man was languorously sucking the toes of the bald guy. And in another corner another lithe young man was strapped up to a hook by leather straps and a tormenting satyr was flicking his back and buttocks with a riding crop and was inserting a thick dildo into his ass. The young man was writhing and twisting but he was screaming repeated exclamations of Yes! and More deeper! at the top of his lungs. Another muscular giant had a black satyr up against the wall. The giant was supporting the black man with beefy hands clutching his buttocks. The black man s legs were wrapped around the small of the giant s back and the giant was pounding away in the black man s ass with his club of a dick. A third man was fingering the giant s ass and working up his own cock with his hand.



I swiveled my head and saw nearly at the edge of my peripheral vision a satyr holding a flagon high over his head letting wine stream out. Some of the wine managed to hit his mouth but much of it was streaming down his face and onto and down his chest and belly. A second satyr was licking the wine off the torso of the first as it flowed down his glistening marble-white skin. A third satyr was behind the first his face planted firmly between the marbleized youth s butt cheeks. And as I watched he stood and took his engorged penis in his hand. His tool was fascinating it was long and thin with a rosy bulbous helmet and had a pronounced curve up toward his belly. It looked very much like an Oriental crescent sword. And as he pierced the ass of the first satyr I had the image of that bulbous helmet head dragging along the ass canal as it skewered its prey.



I swiveled my head back and saw that a tall thin redhead was stretched out on his belly between me and the altar. A muscular blond lay full length on top of him his arms atop the redhead s arms the fingers of their hands entwined. Their heads were cheek to cheek the blond s powerful thighs held those of the redhead s close together. Only the way that their fingers flexed and unflexed in a rhythmic fashion that their faces shared an intense yet faraway look that the redhead moaned quietly and that the blond s thighs twitched and his buttocks gently undulated revealed that the redhead was being deeply and tightly plowed.



I saw that the eyes of both the redhead and blond were focused on my own methodical taking under the ministrations of their dark hairy master. Looking around the room I could see that in fact nearly all of eyes of those around me were swimming in semen and fixed on what Don was doing to my body. I was the centerpiece of this party. No obviously this was a ceremony of some sort rather than a party. I felt Don s teeth tighten around the root of my cock and his index finger deep inside my ass was rubbing relentlessly across my prostate further engorging my cock and bringing me to the brink of cumming under a sensation in my cock that I had never experienced before.



I heard a scream of ecstasy from one corner of the vault as the bald man in the sling shot arcs of cum on the chest of his tormentor and from Doug as he arched his back to find the mouth of the man who was riding him and launched his load up the ass of the willowy young man he was servicing. The man strapped to the hook in another corner strained his head back and joined in the scream as the dildo with which he was being prodded was pulled out and his body was lifted off the ground by one dick entering him from behind and another joining the first as it enter him from in front. His body lurched and twitched and bobbed up and down against the piston motion of the two dicks slowly disappearing up his stretched ass hole in a counterplunging drilling action. Legs planted firmly on the ground the bulging-muscled torsos of the fucking duo leaned away from their shared toy every vein bulging and rolling wildly and their mouths open in a tenor-baritone duet of intense pleasure.



The redhead stretched in front of me let out a loud groan as the blond going up on his knees pulled the redhead s buttocks up with him and pumped him in five long hard strokes with his throbbing cock before pulling out and spewing cum up the redhead s back. The blond fell back on his haunches and the redhead came on his knees turned grabbed the blond by his calves wishboned his legs and plunged his dick into his partner s ass to where his strawberry pubic hair merged with vanilla fluff. As the blond arched his back and threw his head back and screamed in surprised pain laced with pleasure the redhead started pumping away like mad.



All of this was too much for me I had never imagined not to mention seen anything like this. And I shot off a load of semen down Don s throat. Don now lost focus on my cock and balls and moved back to in front of me. At his command the chains on my wrists slackened considerably and Don was pulling my head down to his crotch with both hands. The wet tip of his bulbous dick head pushed at my mouth forcing it open. Gently at first he guided me in giving him suck and then more insistently he began to face fuck me guiding my head in rhythm with his strong fingers. I gagged as he forced his enormous cock deeper toward the back of my throat. But when I thought I wasn t going to be able to take another breath he pulled out of me the chains jerked me back up to a standing position and he moved around to behind me.



Don let out an animal howl and we were receiving the full attention of the room now. Everyone disengaged from what they were doing and formed a circle around me choosing their favorite vantage point from which to see me violated. Some were stroking themselves as they watched. Some were being stroked from behind by others and Doug and few others had their arms entwined around and their dongs up the asses of some of the younger satyrs. Still while he was even then slowly fucking another from behind Doug s eyes were locked on mine and I felt he was sharing in everything that Don was doing in what was approaching the centerpiece of my ritual deflowering.



Standing right behind me close to me Don placed his palms on my hips and was gently stroking my butt cheeks with his thumbs. His breath was hot against the back of my neck and I felt that huge tool of his running up the small of my back. He kissed me tenderly and I trembled as I felt that bulbous head of his cock stroking its way down my back and into my crack.

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After Edward

I miss him. Of course I do. But life as they say must go on for the rest of us so I don t talk about him much and my friends don t either not after the first few terrible months. I think about him though and I m pretty sure he thinks of me. I have no proof of this of course and I don t have any religious convictions except one and that is I don t think there s a god – well if there is he isn t a loving caring one who looks after the good and innocent and punishes the guilty. The world and the state it s in and the way people behave in it is surely adequate proof of that.



But there is a part of me that thinks that surely Edward and all that he was hasn t completely disappeared. Is he just there solely in the memories of his relatives and his friends and his lover – me? I suppose you could say that his influences on others what he did and said and wrote in the world lingers on. Perhaps he changed the lives of some people certainly he did mine and so that is passed on through me or through anyone else he touched and that I and they will do the same. So no one ever completely disappears though they may be forgotten.



Can there be more?



I would have said no but . . .



Well this is what happened. Judge for yourself.



A couple of months after Edward died I got a phone call from his mother. Now I must tell you that Edward s parents seemed to have no problem with the fact that he was gay. Actually mine said they didn t either. The thing was they (that s MY parents) preferred not to be reminded of it so we didn t really talk about my life my gay life that is. On the other hand Edward s Mum and Dad were apparently always ready to hear gay anecdotes the stories whether true or exaggerated that gay people tell either against themselves or to boost their self-confidence as regards sexual conquests. Of course he didn t go into explicit details but was quite prepared to talk of the gay life its ups and downs.



Hello dear she said (I m back with the telephone call now) Leonora here. And then as I didn t immediately respond because she was the last person I expected to hear from she added Edward s mother.



Of course I said it was just that I didn t expect you. How are you?



Bearing up she said and then in a lower more caring tone and what about you Mark. How are you coping?



As always I didn t really want to talk about it because thinking about Edward always made me tearful but I had to say something. It s difficult. I keep expecting him to appear round the corner in the street you know sitting in his chair in the front room. And then when he isn t or it turns out to be someone else I feel the loss more than ever. Strangely I felt better after that little outburst. From outside the window came the sound of traffic – life getting on as normal.



Leonora said I rang because I wondered if you d like some of his things things he left here but perhaps it wouldn t be a good thing. . . Her voice trailed away. Perhaps it would remind you too much.



I ve got things that were Edward s. Heaven knows the whole flat is full of things that were his or his and mine things we d bought together. I didn t want any more. But then I thought that I hadn t got anything of his that he d had before I knew him things that were pre our life together.



What sort of things? I asked.



But Leonora suddenly became almost secretive obviously considering that the idea had been a bad one. No Mark she said. It was stupid of me. It wouldn t help at all. It was just that Jack thought we should get rid of them and I didn t like the idea of just throwing them out or taking them to the Sue Rider shop. Forget I asked.



But if anything her trying to back out of the offer made me all the more determined to have them or at least to look at them and see if there were any that I d like to have.



I ll come round I said have a look. It s ages since we saw each other anyway.



Not since the funeral was the unspoken thought that I m sure both of us had though neither of us said it.



Come to dinner she said. Make an evening of it. Jack will be pleased to see you.



We compared diaries – mine was as good as empty but hers apparently was quite crowded. Eventually we decided on a date about two weeks in the future. She rang off and I was left alone with my thoughts.



Now you mustn t think that I d been deserted by my (that is our ) friends. After the funeral (to which so many of them had come) they d come round and asked me out all the time invited me to their houses for quiet meals accompany them to clubs for more noisy entertainments theatres cinemas trips to the country holidays abroad but I d excused myself from all of them and gradually the invitations had understandably dropped off. I don t blame them. It was all my fault and this dinner with Leonora and Jack would be the first time I had gone out since Edward died.



Work and home was my life and my activities at work weren t that successful. In fact I could have lost my job except that my boss was sympathetic but even he was beginning to get impatient. There were conversations which started Come on Mark you ll have to pull yourself together soon . . . or Don t you think you should put a bit of effort into . . . etc. I couldn t cope though and didn t even try.



The fortnight passed slowly. I refused an invitation to drinks at a guy called Ross s place. He got quite edgy with me in fact. You ll have to start getting out and about he said. This hermit-like existence isn t doing any good for you at all. Then he mentioned the name. I m sure Edward wouldn t have wanted you to behave like this.



At which I lost my temper. How the fuck would YOU know what Edward would or wouldn t have wanted me to do? I blazed and slammed down the receiver. Well that was one friend I guess I wouldn t be hearing from again.



After a while I realised that I d behaved like an hysterical queen and rang him up to apologise. He wasn t in or at least he didn t answer the phone so I left a message on his answer phone hoping I sounded suitably contrite but he didn t ring back.



Leonora and Jack welcomed me with open arms. I knew we d be talking about Edward so had prepared myself for it. Even so at the first mention I felt a jolt go through me like a dose of adrenaline.



Do you want to look at Edward s things first or have some drinks and the food? Leonora asked.



I mumbled that I d take a look and they took me up to his old bedroom. I d been there before of course. In fact it was in that room that we d first made love – no to be accurate had sex because he d trolled me back from a club while his parents were on holiday in the Algarve or somewhere.



It wasn t until a good bit later that I realised I was in love with him – and he with me.



The room was smaller than I remembered it. All the pictures (copies of Cocteau ink drawings) had been taken down the walls repainted a sort of eau de nil though if the Nile is really that viscous green I d be very wary of eating anything that had been caught out of it and the bed was unmade – just a bare mattress with I noticed some rather dubious stains on it which I and the parents studiously ignored.



We re clearing it out completely said Jack and turning it into an office for me. I work from home now you know.



I didn t but I nodded anyway.



It crossed my mind that they had got over their only son s death much more than I had. In a way I felt slightly offended but then wondered if they weren t doing the right thing. Getting on with their lives.



Edward s belongings were in a large cardboard box in a corner of the room.



We ll leave you alone to sort through them said Leonora. Take what you like. Everything that s left will be got rid of.



Don t you want anything? I asked.



We ve taken everything we want said Leonora. Some photos of Edward as a kid and one of both of you at that barbecue. I remembered the one – in fact I had a copy of it myself. Edward and I were standing side by side one of his arms round my shoulder and mine round his waist. He tall blond and slim me slightly shorter and darker. We were both wreathed in smiles and looked overpoweringly happy. So happy indeed that I d shut my copy up in a drawer as I couldn t bear to look at it.



They left and I started to look through the things. There were the Cocteau prints all drawn with that characteristic economy of line and more often than not an over large penis. I remember being slightly shocked when I d first seen them and realised that presumably Edward s mother must also have seen them when she dusted the room or whatever she did. Edward had laughed. Take more than that to shock Mum he d said.



Why he hadn t brought them with him when he d moved into the flat we shared I m not sure. Perhaps it was because we had wanted to get things that we d chosen together.



Anyway I took them out in their narrow black frames and put them on the bed. Six of them there were – a reminder of that first time we d fucked. Actually come to think of it I don t think we did fuck. We d both been a little nervous and the sex was very vanilla a bit of sucking and finishing off me with my prick between his legs and his in my hand. Then we d cuddled and fallen asleep until we sort of repeated the process in the morning.



There were some clothes obviously from his mid teens because they d never have fitted him or me at any recent time. I d like to have seen him as a gawky adolescent dressed in a bomber jacket and jeans. I d have been one too and if we d met then perhaps we could have had a longer time spent together. On the other hand at that age I was terrified that I was queer and was making every effort to pretend to be straight boasting about the girls I d been out with and what I d done with them. So I d probably have never even dared to speak to Edward if I had met him in those far-off days.



There were some books kids stuff really annuals. I d never realised Edward had once been interested in football and yet there they were the Arsenal year books for 1986 1987 and 1988. Some comics the Beano and the Dandy not the sort of lurid horrors you buy in today s comics but innocent adventures of Dennis the Menace Desperate Dan and Biffo the Bear. Get a good price for those now I thought but left them.



I thought that was the lot but then noticed that there was a bit of a bump on one side of the pile of comics hoisted them up and found a bear. Obviously it had been much loved. One of its ears was loose a glass eye missing and the fur was rubbed almost bare on its stomach. It had a sad hangdog appearance as the ear drooped over and the missing eye looked as if it was winking. In my mind s eye I could see the young Edward walking around dragging it by the loose ear but refusing to be parted from it. It smelled a little musty but not unpleasantly so and I knew that was one thing I d certainly take.



I went downstairs with the bear and the Cocteau drawings. The comics are probably quite valuable I told Jack and I ll take these drawings just so you won t be embarrassed taking them to the Oxfam shop.



Oh you ve chosen Teddy said Leonora. I m so glad. Edward did so love that bear. Once when he thought he d lost it he wouldn t eat for two days. Turned up behind the radiator though we never found out how it had got there.



Have a drink said Jack.



The meal s nearly ready said Leonora.



It was a pleasant evening but when I got home again I was even more depressed. Putting up the Cocteau pictures occupied half an hour but when I saw them lined up round the spare room which was really a euphemism for Edward s room which he never used as we both slept together in the larger of the two bedrooms I suddenly didn t like them so I took them down and shut them up in a cupboard.



It was nearly midnight but I didn t feel tired. I sat Teddy on a chair facing me across the room which sometimes was called the sitting room or the lounge or (geographically) the front room. Welcome to your new home I said and looked at the bear. Teddy winked at me. Well he was winking all the time I suppose but as I glanced at that missing eye it seemed as if it had suddenly shut. His loose ear hung over and he looked sad – as sad and lonely as I felt.



At about two o clock I was ready for bed and went. I pondered whether to take Teddy with me but decided against it. Edward might have slept with it but of course he d slept with me much more recently and taking my late lover s toy bear to cuddle with sounded too tacky for words.



I couldn t sleep and I kept thinking of that ragged toy sitting alone in the front room. Of course it had been alone in the box at Leonora s and Jack s for possibly years. Eventually I went and got it (him) and placed him on the pillow next to me. I slept like a log better than I had for some time.



I dreamed of Edward not an erotic dream but a sort of mix up of the first time I met him.



So it seemed that the dream was set in the library where Edward had worked and where I had taken out a gay book – The Swimming Pool Library by Alan Hollinghurst I remember He had looked at me and smiled that smile which that first time and forever after always made my heart jump and my throat catch. In my dream though I felt as if I was choking. Something was blocking my nose and throat and I struggled to wake.



And woke up to find the bear lying across my face. There was hardly any pressure from the toy and my feelings of constriction must purely have been psychological rather than physical. My panic died and as it did so I suddenly felt amused.



What were you trying to do? I asked looking at the bear which I now placed further down the bed sitting arms and legs stretched out its ear hanging loosely. It winked in the cool dull light of dawn. The green figures of my radio alarm clicked over. It was as good as time to get up. As I did so Teddy fell off the bed and I said Sorry before picking him up and felt foolish at apologising to a stuffed bear.



In the office I sat at my desk staring at a pile of work. The telephone rang. It was Ross my friend whom I d shouted at so rudely when he d asked me out and said that Edward would have wanted it. I immediately felt embarrassed for though I d rung him back immediately afterwards I hadn t tried again. But he sounded as cheerful and chatty as always. He was an incredible guy. He always knew what was going on though where he got his information from I could never understand. He d have been a Godsend to MI5 or any intelligence organisation. Perhaps he was. I wasn t sure exactly what he did for a job. I knew what he did for entertainment chasing unsuitable bits of rough trade and very successfully apparently.



Hear you went to see Edward s parents the other day he said. I hope this means you re getting out and about again.



How did you know? I asked. I d told no one and as far as I knew Leonora and Jack didn t know him particularly well though they must have met him at the funeral.



As I suspected he didn t answer but instead embarked on a long and lurid tale about some car mechanic who d come round to attend to a defect in his car (probably self-inflicted by Ross) and had stayed for wild raunchy sex. This had included a certain amount of S/M activity and ended with Ross being well and truly impaled on his huge (according to Ross) schlong so that he d scarcely been able to walk for the remainder of the day.



I laughed and realised that it was the first time for a long time when I d done so.



Come out Mark said Ross. It ll do you so much good. Somewhere quiet a few drinks perhaps a film.



With you nothing s quiet. You d probably be having it off with the projectionist and the whole film would grind to a halt.



Projectionists aren t nearly butch enough said Ross. They re almost professional class. Ugh. He paused then repeated Do come out. Weekend.



I wasn t prepared to commit myself but I was drawn. I ll ring you I said.



Any time day or night he said. If I m in the middle of extreme coitus I ll stop it for you – even make him take it out so I can chat to you normally.



I smiled again and attacked the pile of work in front of me with something like enthusiasm. My boss nodded approvingly as he saw the pile in the out tray grow by the end of the day.



That evening though I was depressed again. I opened a bottle of wine and had a couple of glasses. Over a microwaved Tesco frozen meal – chicken pasanda with pilau rice – I stared at the bear which was sitting at the other end of the table. He stared monocularly back at me. For weeks past I d been sad at living in the empty flat now I realised that I was bored as well as sad.



Shall I go out with Ross at the weekend? I asked. I filled my glass again and drank it down. It was fairly foul stuff but it did its job of deadening feelings.



Teddy said nothing though I thought his ear drooped rather more than it had before.



I still miss Edward I said. It hurts like hell. In a way it would seem like betraying him to go out and try to enjoy myself.



If anything the ear drooped even more.



What did you think of him? I asked. I suppose he just dragged you around by that poor old ear of yours. But you meant a lot to him. I looked at the bedraggled little monster. And he meant so much to me.



Teddy fell over. I swear I didn t touch the table or anything. He just toppled over onto his nose and lay there butt in the air praying to Mecca or perhaps to Jerusalem.



Oh you re just pissed I said and finished my glass. Teddy stayed where he was well what did I think? That he d get up again?



You re obviously not interested I said but I m going to phone Ross.



As it was the middle of the evening I didn t expect Ross to be in but he was and presumably alone. At least there was no groaning and panting in the background when his clipped and slightly effete tones announced Ross here at your service. How can I accommodate you?



Mark here I said. About this weekend . . .



Instantly his voice changed to one of seemingly irrepressible good humour. I m so glad doll he said. I promise you I won t do anything outrageous. In fact my sister will be here with her friend and we can send them out if you don t want company other than mine.



I hadn t been planning on extra people and I paused glancing up across the table where Teddy was. He was sitting up watching me. I didn t remember picking him up from his prostrate position but obviously I must have done. I was about to make excuses to Ross when the expression on the bear s face seemed to change. It must have been a trick of the light but suddenly it looked quite mean almost savage. Of course the thing didn t have a moveable mouth but it was almost as if part of its lip lifted into a sort of snarl.



OK I said to Ross. That will be fine and of course you can t send your family out. I ll look forward to coming over and meeting them.



We made arrangements as to times and rang off.



I looked at Teddy and the face was back to normal. I d obviously been alone too much.



I left the bear down in the kitchen and had a bad night tossing and turning remembering how Edward and I had fitted together in that bed so that even when we didn t have sex we touched and held each other and the first thing I always saw of felt when waking was his warm and affectionate body the smile on his face when he woke that smile that ever since the first time moved me to distraction.



The following morning Teddy looked disapproving as I made coffee and burnt some toast under the grill.



OK I said I m sorry I left you here. We can sleep together tonight. I almost blushed as I heard myself saying that. Thank goodness there was no one to overhear my foolish fancies but strangely enough having made that promise I felt better and I even took time to scramble some eggs to hide the burnt bits on the toast.

I ll be back about six I called back from the open door just as one of the tenants from upstairs was coming down the communal staircase. She didn t say anything but gave me a glance as if to show that she thought I d got someone indoors. My blush must have made me look guilty and I wondered whether she was thinking so soon after his friend s death and now he s got someone else .



I pondered on that as I took the Underground to the West End where I worked. Of course there was no one in the flat and no one likely to be but would it have been soon if I had wanted to bring someone back? It had been months since Edward had died. How long exactly? I worked it out. Seven and a half months give or take a few days. Of course some people mourned for years. Look at Queen Victoria. Her Prince Albert died in 1861 and she never really came out of mourning until she died in 1901 that was forty years though of course there had been the relationship with John Brown whatever that consisted of.



The train was full and I was strap-hanging surrounded by morning commuters who were forced into intimate contact. Some tried to ignore the intimacy others perhaps enjoyed the contact. I was suddenly aware that someone standing with his back to me was pressing his backside into my groin. I tried to move away but the crush was too much. I couldn t see the guy full face but from the back and side he was young and not unattractive. It was obvious that he was pushing intentionally. Though the train moved his body movement was much too pointed to be unintentional. I started to get an erection. It was months of course since I d had any sexual release or even wanted one. Now my body was reacting and the guy could obviously feel my hardness for he pushed even more and moved his buttocks against my cock. He turned his head and smiled. His hand snaked back and grasped me between my legs and I felt a sexual shock of pleasure something which I hadn t felt for ages.



I shouldn t be doing this I thought Edward wouldn t like it and then I realised how stupid that was. Edward probably would have liked it. He d have come home and told me what had happened and we d have laughed about it together. But of course nothing was going to happen here and the train drew into Green Park station people started to push to get out and it was my station anyway. I gave my friend a smile and he patted my cock before we parted forever.



I emerged into the sunlight. On the other side of the railings the grass looked green and lush. Parks are the lungs of London and this one was at the moment anyway overcoming the petrol and diesel fumes from the street. It was almost like being in the country. Some pigeons strutted on the grass and a blackbird sang in the branches of a tree. I suddenly felt the urge to walk in but of course I didn t.



My boss said Glad to see you re getting on top of the work Mark. I m looking for someone to visit our Dover branch next month just to check on things. If you feel up to it perhaps you d like to go.



I made enthusiastic noises feeling that I d been letting him down over the past months and that anyway Dover not a very exciting town but at least by the sea would be a change and perhaps a welcome one. I did quite a bit of work that day.



That night true to my promise I took Teddy to the bedroom and sat him at the foot of the bed. I d told him about the guy on the train and also about Dover and it seemed to me he d looked approving. I slept beautifully.



Saturday evening I went round to Ross s flat. His sister was an almost exact replica of him slim with dark short hair and deep blue eyes. Only his slightly squarer jaw line and obviously the masculine shape of his body made the difference. Polly and I are twins said Ross. I hadn t known anything about Ross s family our conversation over the years I d known him had usually been concerned with his conquests of which there were legion and snippets of gossip and information of which there were even more.



Another surprise was his sister s friend . Although Ross hadn t specified the gender I d assumed that the friend was a she. In fact it was a him and the most beautiful him I d seen for many a long day. He was a slim young man with glossy black hair the sort that looks good even when you ve just got out of bed in the morning after an athletic night s uninhibited sex. Even across the room I could see that his eyes were blue-grey those sort of very light come-to-bed eyes which I find very attractive. And he was gay. That was made clear right from the start when Ross introduced us and he came straight across and kissed me – on the cheeks certainly but it was more than a casual continental muah kind of kiss. It wasn t a come-on. just a generous greeting from one gay guy to another.



His name was Leander. And the three syllables tripped off the tongue contrasting strangely with my monosyllabic Mark.



After providing us with generous drinks Ross and Polly brother and sister disappeared into the kitchen to prepare the food leaving Leander and me alone. It was an obvious move and I felt slightly embarrassed but he was a pleasant guy – as well as being ravishingly good looking – so that we soon found ourselves chatting companionably together as if we d been friends for years. He told me about his job – he actually worked for the Forestry Commission and knew a fascinating amount about our native trees and the animals and plants that grew amongst them. We talked about Polly and Ross – I wondered whether looking after trees was a sufficiently butch occupation for Ross to be interested in but didn t quite dare ask that. Leander and Polly though had known each other since school days and had remained friends ever since – platonic he mentioned casually so I didn t need to ask. The only thing we didn t mention was Edward and I suspected that Leander and Polly had been well-briefed about that by Ross before my arrival.



We talked of our interests his were vaguely outdoor – he skiied every Easter in the Austrian Tyrol mine more bookish books and films and we occasionally coincided when he and I both admitted to liking American musicals.



The return of Polly and Ross bearing viands and more alcoholic beverages after what seemed a very short time interrupted our conversation and I caught Ross raising Leander a quizzical eyebrow to be answered by an ambiguous smile. No doubt they d be tete-a-tete ing after I left.



But whether it was a plan to get me back into the romance arena or not I enjoyed myself immensely. We had planned to go to a film but by the time we d finished the meal which took a long while because it was accompanied by the most salacious anecdotes of Ross s adventures which were if not sometimes a bit chilling – he took enormous risks – usually wildly funny it was much too late.



I must go home I said when I realised it was well after midnight. I haven t been out this late for months. It wasn t mentioned that I hadn t actually been out at all for months.



We must do this again said Ross.



And next time make the film said Polly.



We must indeed said Leander.



I kissed them all good-bye when the minicab arrived to take me home this time though Leander aimed for my lips.



Half-asleep I told Teddy about the evening. It was obviously my imagination but I thought he looked disgruntled when I had come into the bedroom alone. Though I d been sleeping well for the past nights I woke up suddenly. My radio alarm showed it was 3.23. Sleepily I reached out to the other side of the bed feeling for a warm body. Edward I said but the face I conjured up wasn t blond the hair was lustrous black and the eyes pale blue.



I was horrified that I could have been sexually aroused by a stranger on a train that someone I had met only the evening before could have supplanted the love of my life in my mind s eye.



Was I losing my memories of Edward? Obviously not because I could remember the things we had done together the big things like the holiday we spent in Florence and the small things like staying in in the evening me reading while he watched the TV.



The shape of Teddy at the bottom of the bed was silhouetted against the window lit by the street lamps from outside. I won t see Ross again I promised to the bear though when I said Ross I think I meant Leander .



I didn t think I d be able to sleep but almost immediately I dropped off. I dreamed of the time Edward and I had gone to Epping Forest that patch of woodland just outside London. It had been a beautiful day. We had wandered along the paths through the trees and eventually struck off into a thicker patch. There amongst the oaks and ash and beeches far away from everyone else we had made love on a grassy bank sprinkled with white wood anemones. This time though something was wrong. I reached out for Edward wanting to hold him close but he held up his hands. No he said. No!



The rejection made me feel almost sick something rose in my throat and I was choking. I awoke threshing around. Like the previous time Teddy was lying across my face. There was no pressure but as I pushed him away I couldn t understand how he d got from the bottom of the bed to the top. Perhaps I d kicked out in my dream and moved him – but a distance of five feet? And towards me? Impossible – yet how else could it have happened?



At breakfast the following morning Teddy looked distinctly cross. There were some frown lines on his forehead that I hadn t noticed before. What s the matter with you? I asked but he just glowered at me his one remaining eye looking almost balefully accusing.



I m going to Dover at the end of the week I said. If you cheer up I ll take you with me. That didn t seem to make any difference and I left for work without saying anything else.



In the Underground I looked out for the young guy whom I had met the previous week though whether it was to avoid him or to carry on from where we had left off I didn t want to ask myself. In any event of course I didn t see him.



I went into conference with my boss about what I needed to do at the Dover office – basically make sure that everything was running smoothly – the annual inspection he called it. The annual snoop they would probably think of it as.



There s a guy called Jim Daniels who will look after you said my boss. See you re all right. Show you around if you know what I mean.



I knew Jim Daniels from e-mails and conversations over the phone though I d never met him. His voice sounded sibilant and I thought he was probably gay. Was everyone trying to get me into bed with someone else?



So there I was in Dover on the Friday evening walking along the Marine Parade the sea on my right waves slowly rolling in and breaking tall Victorian houses mostly turned into hotels on my left ahead the road rising to the tops of the white cliffs and Dover Castle.



It had been a long day. Jim Daniels his gayness confirmed though not predatory – he had a long-established live in lover to whom I had been introduced – hadn t been the slightest bit upset at my probing into what was in fact HIS part of the business. What I had seen had been perfectly kosher. He was doing a good job and my report to the boss would be after I finished the job on Monday very creditable. Probably result in a rise for Jim.



He d been a good companion too taking me to lunch – with the boyfriend – at a very good vegetarian restaurant and offering to show me around in the evening. But I thought I d explore on my own in spite of Jim s protestations. In the end he d agreed given me a list of gay places obviously with a wink assuming that I wanted to do a bit of trawling on my own and wished me good luck.



I left Teddy in my hotel room which was like all hotel rooms comfortable enough but obviously a commercially decorated and furnished room with bathroom en suite. The evening was fine the air to my town-accustomed nostrils fresh and ozone tinted. Ozone of course is a gas given off by an electric discharge and has nothing to do with the seaside but the smell of the sea and probably rotting seaweed gives a deceptive imitation of the aroma. Gulls screamed and floated overhead in the air currents.



OK. I was lonely. I was away from home where I d been for months alone certainly but there surrounded by familiar objects so that I had been sad but not with this completely alone feeling. I wondered why I had refused Jim s offer which now seemed stupid but the thought of gay bars or clubs heaving with liveliness and mankind on the desperate hunt for a dream was equally repellent.



So I wandered along the street which was full it being still early evening of people on their various missions looking for a good time on their way to meet friends loved ones or perhaps equally lonely as I was.



My mobile phone rang. I had switched it on during the day in case my boss had wanted a private word with me rather than using the public telephone in the office and had forgotten to switch it off. Ross s number showed on the screen. For a moment I thought of switching it off without answering but after all he was fifty miles away and I felt the need to talk to someone.



Hi Ross I said sorry I haven t been in touch. Been busy.



But it wasn t Ross s slightly nasal twang that answered. Instead a voice I remembered and which gave me a jolt of alarm (was it?) or pleasure. Mark Leander here. Thought you might like to meet up again.



Suddenly I realised that that was exactly what I would like to do wanted to do. I m really sorry I said regretfully. I m not in town at the moment. I m in Dover. It s a bugger. I could do with some company. What was I saying? But I knew I was safe with all that distance between us.



And then of course I wasn t.



Dover he said. But that s just down the M20. I know it quite well. I could be with you in under an hour. Where are you staying?



I couldn t protest. Perhaps I didn t want to. The Kensington I said. It s in Townwall Street.



I know it said Leander. I ll meet you in the bar. Seven thirty at the latest.



And here I am. Waiting. Feeling slightly scared. I ve changed into a blue shirt and tight white trousers. I know they re a bit old-fashioned but they show me off to my best advantage I think. I told Teddy about Leander coming all the way from London and the frown lines have gone. Honest. And it almost looks as if the corners of his mouth have turned up a bit. Smiling? Course not but that s what it looks like. I don t know what Leander and I will do whether we ll go out and have a meal or go to a club or – possibly I ll ask him up to my room. I think that s what Edward hopes – I mean Teddy. What a stupid mistake to make.



I m really feeling quite nervous and shy which is idiotic. It s not as if I m a teenager on my first date. I m experienced know my way around. I won t stammer and stutter when I see him look gauche and terrified. I ll manage things with suave sophistication look him straight in the eye – and melt!



Oh God. Here he is just come in through the door. He s smiling. He s beautiful.