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Loose Leaves

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I've had over 8 novels published now, but I'm putting a series of free stories or episodes on this forum and some chapters that aren't in my published novels. So the overall title for this thread is Loose Leaves. I hope you enjoy them.

My Blog is: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/

My Author page is: http://amazon.com/author/richardpeters

Here's the first episode, it follows on from the Mick & Me story that I published on here last October/November

Life of Leisure - Part 1 - Fun in the Shower!

That Saturday night, after the first time Mick had sucked me and I had sucked him, we stayed awake into the early hours of the morning while Mick told me of his sexual adventures with both guys and girls.

Although he was only 19 he had been sexually active since he was 13, so he had a lot of experience. I listened amazed, as he told me of one sexual conquest after another. All the time he lay naked beside me, and as he remembered things that had happened to him, his cock kept stiffening.

He told me that when he was 18 his family had lived in Essex for almost a year. While he was there, he had started going to a fitness gym at the local Leisure Centre.

Looking at Mick's firm, supple body, I could see how working out a bit had helped him! He said that the gym had the usual collection of ugly muscle freaks, hairy old men and other assorted guys. He had hoped to meet some young guys his age and maybe get off with somebody. But there was nobody his age around whenever he went there.

He tried going at different times of the day, but had no luck in meeting anyone he fancied. He had spotted this blond guy who worked there but he wasn't always in the gym and they'd never had a chance to talk, he always seemed too busy with other things. But he looked good with his blond hair and tight shorts, so he decided he would try to get to know him.

One day, at the Leisure Centre he was drinking a cup of coffee in the caf‚, when the blond guy came in and got a drink. Mick got a chance to get a good look at him while he waited for his drink. He was just less than six feet tall with brown/blond hair. He had a strong looking back, and looked fit. His legs were tanned and covered in soft blond hairs.

As he shifted his weight from the left leg to the right, his right hand arse cheek stuck out and Mick wanted to get his hands on that lovely round bulging muscle!

The guy got his drink and turned to walk back towards Mick and was just about to go past him out of the door. He looked at Mick with mild interest and Mick decided that he better take his chance now or else this cool looking guy would be out of the door!

Knowing Mick as I did, I knew that as soon as he gave that appealing smile and flashed those pearly white teeth, nobody could resist him! He was so likeable and personable that everybody took to him. Even straight guys liked him - he was always "one of the boys".

So Mick quickly said, "Hi! Do you work here?" and smiled at the guy in shorts. The guy stopped and smiled back and said, "Yeah, I've seen you here a few times haven't I?"

Mick said he came nearly every day to try to keep fit. The guy said his name was Simon and that he'd keep an eye out for him in the pool and the gym. Then he smiled and walked off. Mick looked over his shoulder and watched him walk out of the caf‚. Simon had a nice round arse - his shorts left little to the imagination! Mick had checked out the impressive bulge in the front of his shorts while Simon had stood in front of him!

Next day Mick eagerly went to the Centre hoping to see Simon. He guessed he was about 25 or 26 years old. Apart from when he was 13, he had never been to bed with an older guy before. He had always gone with guys his own age, but he hoped Simon would be interested in him and that he could learn from an older man like Simon.

Mick didn't even know if Simon was gay, although he believed that almost any guy would have sex with another if it were offered to them. He thought that having their cock felt or sucked would turn on any guy, and so far his experiences had confirmed that fact!

So he went to the Centre, certain that he would be able to win Simon over with his charms - so long as he could actually get to spend some time with him! He booked himself in for a session in the gym and a swim. He liked to loosen up in the pool after a workout.

He went to the gym and changed into his vest and shorts. Today he was wearing his dark blue singlet and tiny white running shorts with a blue trim. His shorts were just long enough to hide his cock, which hung down quite low when it was flaccid. His balls were quite big and heavy too, but so long as he didn't get too excited, his shorts just about kept him decent!

He wanted to look his best in case he saw Simon. He knew he looked good in these gym clothes and just gave himself a final check over in the changing room before he went into the gym. He made sure his cock was hanging down to the left of his shorts where it was most comfortable and where there was a little room for his cock to stretch downwards.

Some guys wore jock straps, but Mick liked to hang free! Satisfied that he was ready to make the right impression on Simon, he went into the gym. Simon wasn't there! There were just a couple of ugly, sweaty guys, on the apparatus.

After a few minutes loosening up, Mick heard the door open. He looked over his shoulder and it was Simon! He was wearing the same sort of T-shirt and shorts as yesterday and gave Mick a smile and said "Hi!"

Simon walked over to Mick and he started looking Mick up and down as if he was appraising him for his fitness. While he fiddled with the settings on a piece of equipment, Mick got another chance to check out Simon's bulge. Even though Simon was wearing standard Leisure Centre shorts, they didn't disguise the fact that Simon obviously had a full "lunch-box"!

Then without saying anything else, Simon suddenly turned and went out of the gym calling back "See yer" over his shoulder as he left. In a way Mick was relieved that he went, as his cock had started to grow and was stretching down the leg of his shorts. If Simon had stayed any longer it would have been poking out of the bottom of his shorts!

It was obvious that Simon turned him on and Mick set about some serious exercising to get this lovely man out of his head!

After about an hour in the gym, Mick went to the changing room and took his singlet and shorts off. He quickly had a cool shower. He was all-alone and enjoyed the feel of the strong jets of water pounding his body. He put his tracksuit on and went round to the swimming pool.

In the pool changing room he noticed a couple of guys towelling themselves off and checking each other out. Mick liked this sort of thing. He loved to flirt. So he slowly took the top of his tracksuit off, stretching his strong arms upwards so the two guys could get a good look at his chest and armpits. Neither guy was good looking and he didn't fancy either of them, but he loved to show his body off to guys and watch their reaction.

When he put his top down he looked across to them and they were both looking at him, but pretended not to be. One guy had his trunks off and was busily rubbing his lower portion with his towel as if it was going to take a lot of effort to get himself dry. The other guy still had his trunks on and was drying his arms and chest.

Now came the part where Mick knew he could blow them both away! He had nothing on under his tracksuit trousers and already his penis was growing stiff. Mick turned his back on them and slowly took down his trousers. Bending over to pull the trousers over his feet, he stuck his bare arse out so that they could both get a good look.

Then he slowly turned round folding up his trousers that were hanging down in front of him. As he folded them up he revealed his semi-erect cock to them. It was about seven inches long and hanging down at a forty five degree angle to his legs.

Both guys had stopped pretending to dry themselves and were staring open-mouthed at the display he was giving them! He looked defiantly in the eyes of them both, and they both started to busy themselves with their towels again while making furtive glances in his direction.

Mick knew that guys didn't really know how to handle such blatant uninhibited behaviour. The gay ones could never believe their luck and the straight ones used to try and out-macho him. Mick knew he didn't behave in a gay way and guys always thought he was straight. So they would start strutting about too, in order to show that they weren't inhibited. It was a great way to see some cocks!

Anyway these two guys were deeply unattractive, so having created an effect, Mick quickly put his trunks on and headed for the pool. As he left the changing room, both guys were naked and still towelling themselves as if it was going to take a lot more work to get dry!

He idly wondered if they would get together or whether they would go their separate ways and wank off later, thinking about their exciting day at the pool! But he didn't really care, all he wanted was to press his body against Simon's gorgeous torso!

His cock was still stiff and he decided he had better do something about it before coming out of the men's changing room. So he padded into the showers and ran the cool water down his front until "Percy" settled down!

His trunks were blue. He liked blue because he thought it went well against his bronzed skin. His skin was fair, but it went a great golden colour in the sun. He had hardly any hair on his arms, just a few almost white ones on his lower arms. His chest was hairless with just a few blond hairs in a line from his belly button down below his trunks.

Unusually for a young man, he had almost no hair on his thighs, just one or two thin ones on his inner thighs, then a few darker blond ones on his calves. He knew he looked great, and admired himself as the water splashed down his body.

His trunks were good ones. Very skimpy at the back, they only just covered his bum, which was nice and round but not too big. But they were quite full at the front, which was just as well as he had a big penis, even when not erect. He'd measured his cock once when it was completely slack and it hung down a full five inches. When he had an erection it measured eight and a half inches. He wasn't circumcised, but those men who were cut fascinated him.

Once his cock was back to normal, he reached inside his trunks and placed it in front of his balls, so that he made an impressive, but respectable, bulge. He knew there was enough stretch in the material of his trunks to take up any small increase in size so long as it stayed hanging fairly loosely in front of his testicles. The problem was if it grew upwards, because then his trunks held it firmly against his flat belly, showing every contour of his prick. That didn't matter in front of guys or girls if he was flirting, but it could be embarrassing in front of toddlers and grannies!

Anyway he was ok now, so he turned the shower off and stepped through into the pool area. There were only half a dozen people in the pool. He looked around, but couldn't see Simon. He walked down to the deep end and dived in. He was a strong swimmer and his arms and chest were quite powerful. When he surfaced he broke into a butterfly stroke and did about half a length.

He got out of the pool and walked around along the bottom end where there were a couple of lads splashing each other in the shallow end. He walked back to where he'd dived in, so that he made sure Simon was not there. And he dived in again thinking this was not going to be his lucky day.

He did a lazy backstroke down towards the shallow end and stood up to look around him. Then he saw Simon watching him through the glass window. He had to stop himself from making a fool of himself by giving an enthusiastic wave or something equally stupid!

Here was Mick, Mr Cool himself, feeling like a silly schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. He felt cross that this guy, who he didn't even know, was getting to him like this. He turned away without acknowledging him and started to swim towards the deep end. But half way down he couldn't prevent himself from looking round. Simon was now walking down the side of the pool to where the girl attendant was sitting.

She got up and Simon replaced her in the chair. Mick started to swim backstroke back down the pool and looked over to Simon as he passed. Simon was watching him intently as Mick swam by. Mick gave him a little smile and Simon raised his hand in greeting.

Mick did a few lengths and every time he looked over to Simon, he was watching him. Mick got out at the deep end and adjusted his trunks, which had ridden up over his arse a little. Then he walked down the poolside to Simon. He smiled his smile at Simon and gave him his best "come and get me" look.

Simon smiled back and said what a good swimmer he was. He said he'd been checking him out in the gym and that he needed to develop his leg muscles a little bit. Simon said, "I can work out an exercise programme for you if you like"

Mick said he'd be back again tomorrow and Simon said he'd work it out at home and bring it in to the gym for him. Simon seemed to be looking at the front of Mick's trunks whenever he got the chance, but Mick wasn't quite sure. After a few more smiles Mick left for the changing room.

It was strange, with most guys, Mick knew straight away if they fancied him, but with this man he just wasn't sure. He knew he fancied Simon like mad but Simon was more sophisticated and worldly wise than Mick's usual friends and he couldn't tell for certain where he was at.

Without taking any notice of his surroundings in the changing room, Mick took his trunks off and went into the shower. There was another guy in the showers who Mick hadn't noticed, Mick stepped into the shower next to him and turned it on. The water was fairly hot and felt good.

He started to check out the other guy. He was about 22 and had his back to him. His body was firm, and he had brown hair. Then the other guy turned towards him with shampoo running down his chest. The guy looked straight at Mick's cock and once again Mick was on familiar territory! The size of his cock always got this reaction from guys. They were always fascinated or envious or else they wanted to show they could compete with his.

Mick flashed him his sexiest smile and the guy smiled back. In no time at all they were turning towards and away from each other so that they could each get a good look at the other's body.

The guy was quite good-looking and not hairy. His cock was average size and circumcised. How circumcised penises fascinated Mick! He couldn't get over how they looked ready for sex even when they weren't! The man had a finely chiselled, manly face with pale blue eyes that melted you when they looked at you and despite a smooth close shave his beard growth showed under his skin. Mick shaved and had a reasonable beard growth for an 18-year-old, but because his hair was blond it didn't show up after he shaved. This was a man he definitely wanted to get hold of!

However Mick knew it was one thing to display to each other like this and quite another to have sex together. He knew straight guys liked to preen themselves in front of him, but he had learned he had to work quite hard to get one to let him wank or suck them. He asked if he could borrow his shampoo and as the guy handed it to him their hands briefly touched. Mick quickly worked lather into his hair.

The other guy was washing the shampoo out of his hair now and he would be out of the shower soon. Partly because he was confused and disorientated over Simon, Mick decided to get firmly into familiar territory with this guy and give him the full display. He faced the guy and started to rub lather all over his own chest. He piled more and more from his hair into his hands and onto his chest. Then he made circular motions down around his stomach. Finally he pushed the lather into the pubic hair on his groin and then he spread the lather over his growing cock.

He glanced, shyly now, at the man next to him who was still washing himself down and saw that the chap was peeking at his cock while pretending not to be. Mick knew that this combination of blatant flirting and shyness was a real winner with guys, because it made it ok for them to peek back. Yes, Mick knew how to manipulate guys all right, even at such a young age!

Mick now had a full erection and he worked his foreskin back to reveal his knob end. He looked across at the guy's penis which was starting to grow a little bit and he knew now was the moment to make his move. He reached across with his right hand and touched the guy's cock.

The man was a little shocked and looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody could see them. But he didn't move away. Mick was now moving his hand over the guy's cock while still wanking his own and he then curled his fingers around the growing member. He now started to masturbate him as well as himself. Suddenly the guy said, "Not here" and pulled away. He switched off his shower and stepped away.

Mick quickly rinsed the shampoo off and followed him to the changing area. They didn't say anything while they quickly dried and got dressed even though there was nobody else in the changing area and Mick wondered if he had lost his chance. But he felt sure he hadn't. The guy was obviously turned on by what he did but was shy about it in such a public area.

When they were dressed the guy clearly felt more comfortable and said his name was Stephen. He offered to buy Mick a coffee.

While they were drinking coffee they sat in a quiet corner and Mick, sitting opposite Stephen, positioned himself so that his knee was touching the inside of Stephen's thigh. Stephen said he was married, but had always wondered what guys did together and what it would be like. He suggested that they go to his house as his wife was at work. So they quickly drank the coffee and left.

As they went out through the door, Simon was standing there. Mick wondered if he had seen him flirting with Stephen. But Simon simply said that he would have that programme ready for tomorrow for him.

It was only five minutes? walk to Stephen's house and they went in and straight upstairs to his bedroom. It had a double bed and the room had obvious feminine touches. Mick asked Stephen if he had a happy sex life with his wife and he said he did, but maybe there was something lacking. Mick decided to be cheeky and said "Maybe I can liven things up for both of you?"

Stephen looked at him quizzically and said "Maybe!"

"So what do guys do together then?" he asked and Mick said they could do more of what they were doing in the shower. "That would be nice" Stephen said, "You've got a great looking dick! Can I feel it?"

Mick moved towards him and slid down Stephen's zip while Stephen undid his. In no time they were standing in the nude facing each other with their pricks pointing towards each other. Mick said. "Now what was I doing in the shower? ? "And reached forward to grab Stephen's cock. He slid his hand up and down his penis, which was about 6 inches long while Stephen tentatively reached out for Mick's 8 inches.

As soon as he made contact Stephen seemed to know exactly what to do and soon was masturbating Mick. He pulled the foreskin back and Mick grew another half inch or more. Stephen seemed to be enjoying the feel of Mick's cock in his hand.

Mick moved a little closer so that their knob ends rubbed together and Stephen sighed. Then while still holding his cock, Mick moved his free hand round and onto Stephen's arse. While gently rubbing his arse cheeks and moving Stephen's penis about so that it rubbed against the end of his own he moved his face forward and Stephen?s lips parted to meet his kiss.

As Mick's tongue probed into Stephen's mouth, they both let go of their cocks and wrapped their arms around each other in a passionate embrace. Stephen was a good kisser and Mick started to melt under the action of his mouth. Their cocks were rammed against each other and Mick could feel his own starting to drip and ooze moisture.

He started rubbing his penis against Stephen's. They were both pressed up against their bellies and their juices were mixing together in a wonderful sticky slime. Slowly Mick moved his hands down to Stephens bum and while still kissing each other, Stephen's hands moved down to Mick's arse. He seemed to be copying whatever Mick was doing. Mick gathered one cheek in each hand. They were firm and strong, then he lifted Stephen slightly - Mick was quite strong for an 18-year-old lad and walked him over to the double bed.

Stephen fell onto the bed and Mick looked down past his own erect cock to the naked body lying there for him. Stephen looked up at the huge cock hovering over him and then looked into Mick's face. Stephen's blue eyes looked at him with complete surrender and Mick knew this beautiful man was his!

He fell onto his naked flesh, kissed his neck, his shoulders and Adam's apple. Stephen started moaning as once again their penises made contact with each other. Mick's caresses moved down Stephen's chest as his body slid down the man's torso, until he was sucking Stephen's left nipple. His own cock was now rubbing against the dry bedclothes but there was still plenty of moisture on his knob.

Slowly, slowly he moved his mouth down Stephen's body, licking his chest and stomach. Stephen put his hands on Mick's head and urged him downwards. Now his cock was pushing up against Mick's chin as Mick buried his face in Stephen's pubic hair and smelt the odour coming from the man's penis.

Then he looked down at the dick that was straining up at him and wrapped his lips around the naked head. He sank his mouth down onto the eager cock. Stephen gave a great roar as the boy devoured his member.

Mick knew this guy wouldn't last long and he thought he'd give it a try to see if the man would do the same for him. So far he had copied everything that he had done!

He eased up off his cock so that only the head was in his mouth and he started flicking it around his mouth with his tongue. At the same time he swung himself around until he was alongside Stephen's body and then lifted one of his smooth legs over Stephen's face and knelt on either side of his face.

Stephen looked up at the boy's enormous cock hanging in front of his face with the huge balls dangling down in front of his eyes. Meanwhile this wanton boy was still flicking his cock around his mouth like a football! Stephen knew what to do and placed one hand on each of Mick's buttocks and pulled the boy down towards him. Mick slid his legs down either side of his head until he was lying on top of Stephen's face.

Stephen's tongue eagerly licked at the huge glistening head, it felt slippery and tasted salty. He couldn't get it into his mouth properly as it was pointing down towards his chin. But Mick knew what to do. He slid further up Stephen's body, while still keeping his cock in his mouth and moved his head so that he could still swallow his length.

Now with Mick's balls hanging in front of his eyes Stephen opened his mouth as Mick pressed himself into it. Stephen let his lips tightly run down the length of Mick's shaft for several inches until his knob touched against the roof of his mouth. Then he played his tongue over the top-side of his shaft. It felt fantastic and Mick was now doing things with Stephen's cock that Stephen couldn't even imagine!

Stephen was moaning uncontrollably and couldn't last much longer, but Mick was good. He quickly started a rocking motion with his pelvis and Stephen held on to Mick's arse as it heaved up and down and Mick's huge cock thrust into him. God it felt good to feel this boy's buttocks as they tensed and relaxed! Stephen moved one hand down onto Mick's smooth thigh as it rocked backwards and forwards. He knew he was being mouth fucked by an expert here!

Mick's cock slid up and down in Stephen's mouth while Mick's mouth and tongue were fluttering all over his own cock!

At that moment Stephen was carried away by the magnificence of it all and he let out a great groan as he shot his sperm into the boy's mouth. But Mick had timed it well and while he was still swallowing Stephen's first shot, he himself came with a powerful spurt. His cock came out of Stephen's mouth. 'Oh well, not bad for the first time he thought!' as he squirmed his cock into the soft cool pillow and took Stephen's second, third and fourth spasms deep into his mouth and down his throat.

Stephen was still moaning and groaning and his cock carried on twitching as it shrank away and finally came out of Mick's mouth.

After about five minutes of panting silence, Mick realised he was still lying on top of the man whose head was the only part not covered by him. Stephen was stroking his left buttock with his one free hand while he was gently rubbing his face against the side of his right buttock.

This guy had turned out all right! A lucky encounter in the shower! But he thought he better get off him now before he crushed him. He lifted himself off Stephen and the air felt cold against his chest and groin. He turned himself around and cuddled up against the man's firm body, making sure he didn't put his head down on the soggy part of the pillow.

"You better clean this pillow-case, or else it will take some explaining away!" he said.

"I'll just tell her I wanked off into the pillow!" Stephen replied. "It will turn her on!"

Stephen explained how sex with his wife had gone stale and how Mick was right when he said he could liven things up for both of them. Stephen said he had always wanted to watch another guy fuck his wife and that they could have a great threesome! Mick's cock started to thicken at the prospect. He'd not had a male and female at the same time yet.

Stephen said he would chat up his wife about it and asked Mick to phone him at work tomorrow to see if it could be set up. He gave him his work number and patted Mick on the bottom before they both got dressed.

Mick went home thinking about Simon, Stephen and his wife. Life was certainly starting to look interesting in Essex!
 
Very sexy young man that Mick. He certainly knows how to turn men on and get turned on as well. We'll see how well he does with Stephen and his wife. I think he has Simon pegged as well...

Craiger
 
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Here is Part 2 of Life of Leisure:

I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This particular story "Life of Leisure" is part of a much bigger story called "Mick - Fifty Shades of Gay" which is available for the Kindle on Amazon.


Life of Leisure - Part 2 - A Smooth Guy!

When he got back to the flat where his family was staying, he got undressed and took a shower, to wash the wonderful smell of sex with Stephen off him. His mother didn't know about his sex life, but he thought his stepfather suspected what he was getting up to! Nevertheless it wouldn't do to sit down at the table smelling of semen and sweat!

While he was showering he started thinking about Simon. He imagined what he looked like without his clothes on and Mick's penis quickly thickened and grew. He restrained himself from masturbating, he wanted to save himself for tomorrow!

At tea, his parents said they were going back to Scotland the next day for a few days. Mick asked if he could stay in the flat rather than go back with them, because he'd arranged to meet a friend tomorrow. His mum said that would be ok, "So long as you are good!" His stepfather just quietly gave him a quizzical look.

Later that night in bed, Mick couldn't stop thinking about Simon. He only had a single cotton sheet covering him and he looked down at the huge tent-pole effect that his penis was making. This guy, Simon was really getting to him! Hoping that his self-restraint would pay off tomorrow, he rolled over and went to sleep.

He saw his parents off at nine in the morning, his mother giving him a wet, sloppy kiss after worrying and fussing over him for half an hour. Mick thought she believed he was still a kid. His stepfather shook his hand and gave him a knowing wink! That guy was something else!

He quickly got himself ready for the Leisure Centre putting on his tan slacks and black T-shirt. He wanted to look good for Simon. His mind was still racing with thoughts about him, what would he do if Simon didn't want him?

By ten o'clock he was nervously entering the leisure centre. Simon was in reception as if he was waiting for him. He came over to Mick and warmly shook his hand. He said, "I've worked out a programme for you, but look, I finish work at four, why not come back then. We can both go to the gym then and I can help you start your programme!"

This sounded encouraging, but Mick was disappointed, four o'clock seemed such a long way off! Simon said, "The gym is usually empty at that time, so we should have the place to ourselves" and his eyes dropped down to the front of Mick's trousers.

This sounded very encouraging! So Mick gave him his sexiest smile and realised that Simon still had hold of his hand. Suddenly Mick felt embarrassed again. Shit! This guy really knocked him sideways! Mick mumbled that he would be back at four and hastily left reception.

As he walked away from the Centre he noticed his heart was still pounding. He wanted Simon more than he had ever wanted a guy before. He couldn't get this man out of his head!

He drifted around the town centre and wandered into his favourite clothes shop. While he was looking at the jeans that they had, he idly noticed an assistant he'd never seen before. He looked like he was only 18 like him and he was very cute. Normally he would make a move on someone like that, but he couldn't summon up any interest in the idea.

The assistant asked if he would like to try a pair on and Mick let him show the way to the corridor with the changing cubicles, even though he knew exactly where they were. The young guy hovered outside Mick's cubicle while he tried them on. The top of the door was low enough for you to look out of and Mick noticed the guy kept glancing at him.

The jeans he tried on were ok, but he didn't really like them, so he started to take them off again. Just as they were down round his ankles the assistant pushed the door open, saying, "Do they fit you Sir?" The guy looked straight at the bulge in the front of Mick's briefs and gave a little gasp.

Mick wasn't interested. He said "No!" and closed the door. He got his own slacks back on and left. He handed the jeans back to the assistant who looked at him longingly. Mick gave him a kind smile, said "Thanks!" and left the shop.

The town on a summer Friday morning was dead! Why had his stepfather been transferred here when Edinburgh was so exciting? He couldn't wait until next year when he could go to college and live his own life.

He drifted into a café and ordered an Espresso. He sat down at a table in the window and looked out at the boring scene. Then a guy sat down opposite him. After a few seconds he felt the man's foot touching the inside of his right foot. A few seconds later the guy moved his leg towards Mick so that his calf rubbed against the inside of Mick's calf.

Mick got up and left without drinking his coffee. The day was quite hot now and Mick killed another hour wandering around the shopping centre. He noticed one chap was following him. Normally he would have slipped into the Gents toilet to let the guy check him out, but not today!

He went to his favourite pizza place and had a quiet meal. At last he was left alone which suited him fine. He wandered past the Cinema and noticed that they were showing "Sebastianne". Ah well, it was a way to pass the time until 4 o'clock!

The film had just started. As soon as he sat down in the dark cinema he realised that Friday afternoon to watch a film like this was not a good idea! There were single guys everywhere and as soon as the first erection under the bedclothes was shown on the film, there was much shuffling and readjusting of leg position going on.

A guy sat down next to Mick and cautiously moved his knee against Mick's knee. Mick got up and moved further along the row of seats.

Later, while the two guys on the screen were rolling around naked together in the water another chap came and sat on the other side of Mick. His hand was on Mick's thigh almost straight away. Mick let him feel his leg. This was his favourite scene in the movie as the two men rolled about, so he was feeling turned on.

The guy reached up to Mick's crotch and was rubbing his cock through his trousers. He had a good touch and Mick let him play with him until the scene finished. Then he got up and left the cinema without looking back.

Normally he would have let that guy get inside his trousers, but he just didn't have the inclination today. But he had a problem. His cock had made the front of his briefs soggy. He wanted to look perfect for Simon and didn't want to run the risk of him seeing his briefs with dried pre-cum on them.

He went into Marks & Spencer's and bought a pair of tiny briefs. The woman assistant gave him a sexy smile as she took his money and looked at what he was buying. God! Opportunities were everywhere today! But would he get the opportunity he actually wanted?

He ducked into the Public Toilet and in the cubicle he took his stained briefs off. He put the new pair on. They were quite nice red ones but they were tiny, much smaller than the ones he usually wore. They barely covered him! He put the dirty ones in his bag with his towel, shorts, vest and trunks and got out of the loos quickly before he attracted any more moths to the flame!

It was heading towards 4 o'clock and so he set off back to the Centre. Once again his heart was pounding as he approached the place.

He entered reception and the girl handed him a note. It was from Simon and said, "Wait here until 4 o'clock" So he did!

Exactly on four o'clock Simon came into reception still wearing his Leisure Centre shirt and shorts. He walked quickly over to Mick, shook his hand again and said "Hi!" His grip was firm but gentle, Mick thought to himself that this guy was probably very good at sex!

Simon took Mick to his locker and got out his sports-bag. Then they went off to the gym. Mick was feeling very nervous, but couldn't wait to show his body off to this guy.

There was someone else in the gym! Mick's heart sank. But Simon wasn't fazed. He went up to the man and said, "Mr Jones, your wife rang, asking you to pick the kids up from playschool, she's late and they will be waiting"

Mr Jones quickly started to get changed. While they were waiting, Simon took a piece of paper out of his bag and went over the exercise programme he had worked out for Mick. Mick was a little disappointed; maybe this guy really was only interested in helping him get fit!

After Mr Jones left, Simon said, "Good now we have the place to ourselves, I've told reception to tell people the gym is closed for maintenance! Mind you, Mr Jones is going to be cross when he finds out the kids don't need picking up!" Then he went over and locked the gym door. This was definitely more promising! Alone with Simon and locked in together!

"Let's get changed" Simon said and he started to take his gym clothes out of his bag. Mick's heart was practically leaping into his mouth as he took his own things out of his bag.

Simon took off his T-shirt. Holding his arms above his head, he paused with the shirt over his face and Mick had the chance to take in the view! Simon had the most wonderful smooth chest and his armpits had fine golden hair in them. Mick wanted to bury his face in the lovely fur, but he hesitated, because he still didn't feel he'd received the green light from Simon yet.

He had a finely developed chest, not huge muscles, but strong and firm. Now it was Mick's turn. He slowly took off his black T-shirt giving Simon plenty of time to look at him. This was developing into a tit-for-tat striptease and Mick was glad he'd changed his stained briefs.

As he put his shirt down he looked back at Simon who had been watching him. Now was the moment of truth! Up until now everything Simon had done could have been innocent - probably wasn't, but could have been. The excitement of the moment was almost too much for Mick. He held his breath as he looked down at Simon's shorts. There was an impressive bulge that looked bigger than before!

Simon's hands went down to the waistband and without looking at Mick, he slipped his fingers under his shorts and pulled them down his legs. His cock and balls were held in a jockstrap, but as he lifted each leg up to slip his shorts off, Mick had a good chance to see his huge balls dangling between his legs held in their white pouch.

Simon stood up straight and for the first time Mick got a chance to see the outline of Simon's dick. It was huge, about the same size as his own, and looked nice and thick. Simon didn't have an erection but his flaccid cock looked great in his jockstrap. He turned his back on Mick to put his shorts in his bag. Simon had a very smooth arse and framed like that in his jockstrap, it was all Mick could do to stop himself from leaping across there and grabbing those milky smooth cheeks!

Simon turned round and his green/brown eyes looked straight into Mick's eyes. Mick slowly undid the zip on his trousers; he was enjoying this slow strip! He undid the top button and let his slacks drop down to the floor. His cock was still retained in his tiny red briefs. It was starting to thicken slightly but still lay down in front of his balls making a huge bulge. Simon's eyes went straight to his groin area and he said "We'll concentrate on your leg muscles first and then we'll take care of that muscle!"

This was the green light Mick had been waiting for! And he flashed his pearly white teeth at Simon in a laugh of relief! Mick realised that this man had always fancied him, but was enjoying the thrill of the chase. He had hoped Simon would teach him a few new things and this first lesson was that you didn't need to rush into sex like he had done yesterday in the shower with Stephen, but could take your time and enjoy the build-up and expectation.

Mick relaxed and straight away his cock started to inflate, pointing straight out against his thin red briefs. They were still standing over four feet apart and Simon was going to make this last! Without moving towards Mick, he slipped out of his jockstrap to show him his lovely cock. It was hanging down about 5 inches long, and best of all, it was circumcised! On either side hung the nicest pair of balls Mick had ever seen! They were huge and shaved smooth! Above his slowly growing cock Simon had a nice thatch of blond pubic hair.

They both just stood looking at each other's bodies as Simon's prick grew and grew! Eventually it was pointing upwards and looked to be at least eight inches! And with a huge red knob end!

"Are you going to take those pants off before you split them?" Simon said and Mick looked down to see his cock was now pushing so hard against the front that the material was so stretched you could see his pink flesh through them! He whipped them off and his erect cock bounced upwards hitting his belly with a slap before bobbing up and down and settling into an upright angle.

"Very nice!" said Simon, "but there's plenty of time for that. Put your vest and pants on and let's get down to some work." They both put their gym clothes on. Simon was really going to make this last. They were like a couple of birds carrying out an elaborate mating display, except they were definitely both cocks!

Mick had selected a white singlet with a neckline that plunged low to show his chest almost down to his nipples. His white shorts were bigger than usual because he had wanted to make sure any growth could be contained. Now he wished he'd picked his shortest ones so that his hard prick would be pointing out of the bottom of the left leg! In these he could easily contain it. He slipped his hand inside and pulled it upwards so that it was rubbing against the waistband. Nevertheless his shorts were tight and the outline of his cock could clearly be seen.

He looked across to Simon who had put a pair of running shorts on. He wasn't wearing a vest, so Mick was going to be able to look at his chest all the time!

Simon put him on the leg weights and showed him which weights he should put on the apparatus then he got him lifting the weights with his feet. Mick worked away like a good pupil, he wanted to be a good boy for this man!

His hard-on went down while he worked away but Simon's cock continued to stiffly push out his running shorts. Simon was obviously enjoying watching his young pupil workout! Every now and then he touched parts of Mick's body as he put him on different pieces of apparatus and showed him how to use them for the best effect.

After about 20 Minutes, Mick's skin was glistening with sweat and his chest was heaving up and down so that his nipples were rising up above the neckline of his vest.

"Let's cool you down now," Simon said. By now Mick was willing to do whatever his teacher told him to do. Simon picked up a black leather covered table and carried it through to the shower room placing it near a sink. He told Mick to take his clothes off and lie face down so he could give him a massage.

Mick was still panting and obediently did what he was told. He discarded his vest and shorts and padded into the shower area. He climbed onto the table. The leather felt cool and sticky against his sweaty chest, groin and legs.

Simon gently placed both his hands on his glistening shoulders and softly rubbed Mick's shoulders and neck, then he moved his circular motions down over his shoulder blades and down to either side of his chest. His hands then moved up to his armpits. Mick moved his arms out to the side so that Simon's hands could get right up into his sweaty armpits and Simon kept his hands there while his fingers made small circular motions in the hair in each armpit.

Simon's motions then wandered down each arm and back up again. His strong hands returned to Mick's back and drifted from his spine to the sides of his torso. His light touches gradually increased in strength until eventually his fingers were probing deep into his flesh! By now Mick was completely relaxed and his cock pressed hard into the leather was starting to grow again, in reaction to Simon's expert touch.

Simon's hands moved down Mick's back until his palms were rubbing against the top of his shiny buttocks while his fingers were pressing in to the base of his spine. Slowly his hands were placed on either cheek and he made firm circular motions with the whole of each hand so that each buttock was pressed and squeezed around in opposite directions.

This caused the whole of Mick's body to rock about on the table. His half-erect penis was being squirmed around between his belly and the leather. Mick was disappointed as Simon's hands moved off his arse and down each leg one at a time. But his touch was good. He pressed the flesh of each thigh firmly up and down his leg and Mick could feel the muscles in his legs relaxing after their exertion.

Finally Simon worked on each of his calves and feet. His damp warm hands felt great as they slithered over the smooth hairless skin on the back of his calves. He spent longer than Mick expected on his feet. But his little circular motions had a surprisingly relaxing effect.

Mick was feeling drowsy and his cock had shrunk, when Simon turned on the tap in the sink. Mick didn't look at what he was doing, he felt so comfortable and drowsy and he trusted the man completely. He could hear a squishing noise and then he felt a lovely cool wet sensation on his back. Simon was using a very soft sponge full of lather and he was gently washing Mick. The coolness after the heat generated in his muscles from the massage felt great and woke him from his drowsiness.

Slowly and carefully Simon washed his back, arms, bottom and legs. He lovingly washed every inch of him with the suds flowing off his back and down the table. His ministrations with the sponge moved back up his smooth legs and as the sponge met the bottom of his arse, Simon pressed it firmly up between his cheeks. A jet of warm soapy water shot up Mick's arsehole and Mick's dick started to thicken up rapidly. He murmured with pleasure. Yes Simon could certainly teach him a thing or two!

Neither of them had said anything during all this time, so it was quite a shock when Simon's voice softly said. "Turn over" Mick immediately did what he was told and turned over onto his back. He watched Simon's face as Simon looked down at his 7-inch half-soft/half-hard penis, which was lying against his belly with lumpy veins standing up on it. His penis head was peeking out of the tip of his foreskin ready to come out to attention when Simon wanted it.

"You are a big boy, aren't you!" said Simon. Mick felt great and he enjoyed stretching his wet body out so that Simon could look at it. He saw Simon take in the view of his chest, arms, and legs all smooth and hairless. But Simon's gaze lingered once again on his dick resting in its hairy nest on his groin.

Mick put his arms behind his head so that the muscles on his arms and chest showed up to their best and Simon could look at the boy's armpits as he continued to admire his firm young body. Mick wanted this handsome man to take him now and his cock started to rise upwards as he felt it was time to surrender his manhood to him.

But Simon showed him that the ecstasy of anticipation could be stretched out even longer. He started to carefully spread more suds over his arms and neck. Then he spread the foam down over his chest, where he pressed more firmly with the soft sponge. Mick was lying in a pool of suds and his body slipped around against the wet leather as Simon pressed on his chest. There were occasional squelching noises as water and suds squished between his skin and the leather.

Down the sponge went, gently over his cock and down each leg. Then back up it came and Simon gently pressed it against his scrotum as suds oozed out around his balls and between his legs. Then Simon ran the sponge up the underside of Mick's penis around his foreskin, which was now stretched tightly over his knob and back down the upper side of his cock.

Mick looked towards Simon's cotton running shorts, which were now splashed with water. The wet areas clung to Simon's skin in pink/grey patches and his dick was still proudly pointing straight out and straining at the front of his shorts. Simon moved closer as once again he massaged Mick's belly with the sponge. Mick moved his arm over to the edge of the table and Simon started to rub his own cock against Mick's arm, the white material getting wetter and sliding against Mick's smooth arm.

He moved the sponge up to his chest and rubbed it against each of his stiff nipples while his right hand reached down and wrapped around Mick's penis. Mick sighed as the strong hand slid up and down his shaft and his foreskin slid easily back revealing his glistening knob end which, now freed from its restraint, stretched upwards as his cock extended to its full 8.5 inches. Meanwhile Simon continued to rub his own manhood against Mick's arm. Mick couldn't reach Simon's cock with his hand, but Simon was plying Mick's body like an expert.

Simon reached over to the sink, pressing his cock against Mick's arm and got a jug of water. He poured the warm water down Mick's shaft to wash the suds off. He quickly put the jug down and worked his hand up and down his cock a few more times.

The man's hand moved to the base of Mick's shaft and moved down to gently stroke his balls. Still further his hand explored, as Mick opened his legs slightly and Simon's finger slipped easily into his arsehole. He pulled it out slightly and pushed a second finger in to join it. As he rotated his fingers around inside him Mick just lay there and moaned!

Then Simon moved his head down to Mick's love stick and rolled his tongue around the end of his knob. His juicy warm soft tongue felt great against the tender flesh, while his fingers were still working away up his arse. His tongue darted all over the end of his penis, then he lifted his head off his cock and slowly pulled out his fingers.

"Come on lets wash these suds off" He said as he helped Mick of the table and feeling a little weak-kneed Mick went over to the shower with Simon guiding him from behind with his arms on either side of his waist.

Mick stepped into the shower and Simon turned it on stepping into it behind him. The warm water cascaded around them and with his arms resting on the shower wall Mick felt Simon's firm body press up tightly against his back and arse. Then Simon moved away and he heard his sodden shorts hit the base of the shower with a thwack.

Simon quickly moved back, pressing his body more roughly against him. Mick could feel Simon's rock hard penis pressed hard against his arse, reaching up to the base of his spine. Simon's hands wrapped around Mick and his fingers roughly rubbed against his chest, While Mick just leant forward against the shower wall.

Simon grabbed each of Mick's nipples between his fingers and squeezed them. Mick felt him move his groin away from his arse bend his knees slightly and push his knob between Mick's legs. His eight inches powerfully pushed between his legs and when Mick looked down he could see Simon's knob end poking out between the front of his legs underneath his own balls.

Now at last was Mick's chance to get his hands on this guy's fantastic cock! He pressed his legs together to hold Simon in place and reached down and massaged the man's knob with his balls. Simon's face was pressed near Mick's ear and he heard him grunt "Urgh! Can you take my meat inside you?"

"Yes!" breathed Mick, "Fuck me now!"

Mick let go of Simon's cock and bent forward, resting his hands on his knees and pointing his arse straight at Simon. Simon got hold of his own cock and rubbed it around the boy's wet hole. With one push, his knob was inside him, the boy yielding without any resistance. "Mmm!" moaned Mick as Simon pushed deeper into him.

Holding himself there Simon reached round for Mick's throbbing cock, taking it in his right hand. The lad was strong and seemed to have no difficulty supporting them as Simon started to move his cock backwards and forwards inside his delightful hole.

With his free hand Simon stroked the boy's back and as his excitement built his strokes turned to slaps. They were both grunting like animals now and gazing down at the young lad's broad shoulders and his own groin slapping against his smooth cheeks Simon wanked the lad's massive cock furiously.

Simon came with a thunderous climax, splashing into Mick's warm arse and Mick screamed as his own cock shot great dollops of spunk onto the wet floor of the shower.

Simon lay across the boy's back for ages as they both panted furiously and the shower continued to pound down on Simon. His cock eventually dropped out of Mick and Mick stood up and turned round to face this fantastic man. He looked deep into his eyes and kissed him gently on the lips. "That was the best it has ever, ever been!" whispered Mick and kissed him again.
 
Very erotic, SMF. None of my trainers accomplished anything like that in my training. Oh well, maybe another time. The slow build up with Simon made it almost electric. Mick did well by not succumbing to the previous possible encounters. He still has Stephen and wife to attend to now. Great story.

Craiger
 
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Mixed Blessings - Part 1 - A Helping Hand

I quietly watched TV, next to Linda on the sofa. I was staring at the screen, but all the time I kept thinking about my session with Mick that afternoon. I'd always wondered what guys did together and now I had tried it!

I couldn't stop imagining Mick screwing my wife, and wondering how I could set it up. My cock was rock hard inside my trousers and thinking about it made me want to get Linda upstairs and to screw her.

I had to admit our sex life had already gone stale. We married two years ago when I was 19 and she was 18 and we were both were pretty inexperienced. I'd had two girlfriends previously who I had fucked, but Linda had been a virgin when I started going out with her.

She was a really nice girl and I'd fancied her a lot. She had let me have heavy petting sessions with her while we were going out and once we got engaged she had let me play with her fanny while she wanked me off. But she was rather old-fashioned and had made me wait until our wedding night before letting me go "all the way".

Our first few sessions on the honeymoon had been a bit disappointing for me. Linda had done her best, but she was too inhibited to really let herself go. I hadn't managed to bring her to an orgasm and by the end of the honeymoon we had already settled into a routine of nightly sex where she lay back and I fucked her until I came.

For the first year of marriage things had more or less carried on that way. On one occasion she had got more excited than usual. So I had really made an effort to get her to come. I'd spent about an hour humping away and resting when I got too close to coming. Actually I'd really enjoyed lying there with my cock inside her on the verge of an orgasm and lying perfectly still until my passion subsided. And a couple of times she'd started sighing and I'd thought something was happening with her, but nothing did.

After an hour of this I had started to feel rather foolish, lying on her with my cock still penetrating her. And I found myself starting to think about football and work!

Eventually, when I tried to stop and let my cock subside again, it didn't, and I ejaculated. I lay there trying not to move, but my cock just pumped its load while I was motionless. It was quite a sexy feeling, but I felt a complete failure. Linda had just said it didn't matter.

I'd never brought a girl to an orgasm, my two earlier girlfriends had just let me screw them and I didn't really know how you were supposed to bring women to this all important climax that magazines were always talking about!

Since then I'd screwed her half-heartedly, a couple of times a week and tried to wait for her to have an orgasm, but it always resulted in me ejaculating and saying "sorry!" to her. She said it didn't matter, but to me it did. These days you don't feel like a real man if you can't make a woman come!

One night, in bed, about six months ago, I was about to get on top of her and she reached for something from her bedside cupboard. It was an Anne Summers catalogue that our next-door neighbour Angie had lent her. "Stephen, maybe there is something in there that would help me, you know…" she said.

I looked through the catalogue of sex aids. My mind reeled at the possibilities, and my cock was rock hard against the front of my pyjamas. When I got to the page with vibrators on them I asked her if that was the sort of thing she had in mind and without showing too much interest she said maybe one would help. We picked a ten-inch vibrating and rotating monster. Linda said she would order one from Angie tomorrow and she turned over to go to sleep.

"You haven't discussed our problem with Angie have you?" I felt like I would die if people knew about my difficulty!

"No!" she replied. "She just said she had a catalogue of stuff that she and Tim used to spice up their love life. That's all"

I wouldn't have been able to face Tim if he knew! The four of us sometimes went out together and Tim was everything that I wasn't. He had black hair with a moustache and a hairy chest that he liked to expose by undoing his top buttons and he flaunted his sexuality with his wife Angie. Kissing her in public and squeezing her waist - that sort of thing.

I was just the opposite. I had brown hair, a smooth, hairless body and was shy about my sexuality in public! I thought Tim would probably have a huge cock too! I'd seen other guys in the showers and knew some guys dwarfed my modest penis.

Linda went to sleep, leaving me to leaf through the catalogue. I kept looking at the pages of women wearing scanty underclothes and nighties while my wife snored next to me. 'Why couldn't she be more like these women!' I thought as I started to play with my cock.

I turned away from her onto my side and grabbed a couple of tissues. Wrapping them round my circumcised knob I quietly wanked myself looking at the pictures and imagining being in bed with these women.

A few days later, we were both sat up in bed, while Linda excitedly opened the Jiffy envelope and took out the box. We both laughed and giggled as she took out the monstrous pink implement. She asked me to put the batteries in the compartment and as I was doing so I examined the thing.

It was solid for most of its length sheathed in soft rubber. The huge knob-end was softer, with some sort of movement device covered in ribbed rubber between it and the solid part. I wished my 6-inch cock were as long and thick as this was!

I switched it on to the first setting and the whole thing vibrated in my hand. We both laughed. Then I turned it to the next setting and the end started to rotate in circular motions while it whirred in my hand. Linda gasped as she looked at the huge phallus, gyrating and we both fell back laughing.

"Time to try "Fred" out!" I said, as I put it back to the first setting and pushed the duvet down over my wife's body, down below her feet. She was wearing a nice silky green nightie and her breasts were wobbling inside as she laughed. I was only wearing my pyjama bottoms and my cock was already trying to find its way out of the front of them.

The vibrating thing in my hand gave me a feeling of power over my wife, who was clearly affected by the phallus I was wielding. I touched it to her chest and moved it in circular motions around her left breast, making the circles smaller until the end of the vibrating dildo was touching her nipple.

Linda watched it with fascination as I continued to move it over her breasts. Then I poked it down the front of her nightie until the rubber made contact with her nipple. She moaned and I watched fascinated as her breast shook and vibrated in unison.

With my other hand I reached down and pushed up the front of her nightie and rubbed my fingers through her thatch of brown hair. She was clearly enjoying the whole thing, so I placed the vibrator against the side of her neck on the pillow while I lifted up her nightie and slipped it over her head.

She lay back on the pillow and she was clutching the mock penis to the side of her cheek, with her eyes closed. "Like it?" I asked.

She replied "Mmm "Fred's" lovely!"

I lay on my side propping my head up with my hand and watched my wife play the vibrator over her breasts and stomach. She had a great figure! Smooth pale skin, full breasts with lovely nipples and a milky white, flat stomach. Her hips curved out amply and she had smooth thighs and shapely legs. I wanted to rub my cock all over her body just like she was doing with "Fred"! I put my hand back onto the mound between her legs and ran my finger around the lips of her moist vagina.

Linda was moaning as she pushed the dildo down her stomach towards my hand and I wondered what it felt like to have the monster rubbing you like that.

The vibrating end touched my hand and again, the power of the thing moved me. I took it off my wife and made circles of it around her pubic hair. Linda put both hands behind her head, signalling that it was up to me and "Fred" to see to her now!

I pushed the throbbing machine between the top of her thighs and she parted them and then gripped the end tightly between them. I pushed and probed, as "Fred" seemed to make her whole body vibrate!

With my free hand I managed to worm my way out of my pyjamas and I knelt across my wife looking down at her naked body. Holding the dildo still thrust between her thighs, in one hand I stroked my own cock with the other, while Linda lay there with her eyes closed. I moved down over my wife and parted my legs around the other end of the shaft and then the vibrations hit me!

It felt fantastic! I groaned as the energy pulsated between my legs and my six inches slid down the side of "Fred". My dripping head buried itself in Linda's pubes as I pressed my chest against her stiff nipples and kissed her on the mouth.

She opened her mouth and kissed me with a rare passion and we remained like that, locked together by "Fred", throbbing away. Both our bodies vibrated with a new rhythm and we were transported to new heights!

Eventually the kiss stopped and I looked into Linda's eyes. "Want me to get him to fuck you now?"

"Oh yes, please" she whispered. So I lifted myself off her and "Fred" and reached down to the control. I moved it to the next position and "Fred" started to make a growling noise as the end still trapped between her thighs ground away with its circular motions. Linda gave a shocked "Oh!" as the machine pummelled away at the spot between her vagina and her arse.

I got hold of the thing and Linda parted her legs for me. The rotating head seemed to know what to do as I held it to the entrance to her vagina and it vibrated and twisted as it parted her lips and drilled its way into her! I pulled it back slightly and pushed it in deeper as Linda moaned in ecstasy.

Soon her hole had swallowed two thirds of the monster and her hips were gyrating frantically around it. I moved my body alongside her and slid up the bed, until my cock was alongside her breasts. I pushed myself against her and holding my cock, I drew circular motions with it on her breast, like I had done with "Fred".

My moaning wife wrapped her arms around the smooth cheeks of my arse and pressed my cock against her chest. I gyrated my pelvis, and my penis pressed into her breast.

"Oh Stephen!" she moaned and I lifted my cock up towards her mouth. Still clutching my buttocks, she took my wet cock into her mouth and slid her tongue around the slippery knob. I lay there in ecstasy! She had never done this for me before.

Despite the delight of the sensations, I wanted to save myself so I withdrew my penis and slid down alongside my wife while she gasped for breath! "How's Fred doing down there?" I whispered.

I got hold of the dildo which was still grinding away inside her fanny and pulled it out of her by about four inches, before plunging it back into her. Linda gasped "Oh more!" So I started to move the implement in and out of my wife's vagina while she squirmed!

Faster and faster I plunged it in and out of her until she was moaning. Suddenly she said "Now, Stephen, now!" So I pulled "Fred" out and quickly climbed on top of her, plunging my own phallus into her. I lifted my chest off her and supported my weight with my arms.

She was very moist and my cock was soon lubricated and plunging in and out of her like "Fred" had done. I gazed down at the wonderful breasts as I pumped my arse backwards and forwards in a rhythmic rocking motion. Linda suddenly gasped and her body heaved under me.

The muscles of her fanny pulsated over my cock in a way that I had never felt before, her juicy cunt alternately almost pushing my rock hard muscle out before grabbing it and sucking it in! Linda was moaning uncontrollably as I felt it well up from deep within my groin and my cum thrust into her in a great spasm.

I thrust and thrust into her as her fanny sucked and eagerly accepted my sperm. I ground my pelvis into her wanting the sensation to last forever. Eventually we collapsed into a sweaty heap and noticed that "Fred" was still pounding away beside us!

"Fred" livened up our sex life for quite a few weeks and I enjoyed climaxing inside her at the same time as Linda on several occasions. But this new found passion eventually levelled off into a routine of using "Fred" as a warm-up act before I mounted her for my lonely orgasm while Linda just lay there.

I suspected that Linda was using "Fred" while I was out at work and my confidence and self-esteem once again reached a low ebb.

Sometimes when I was in the house alone, I would play with "Fred". I loved to push the vibrating phallus against my cock, or rub it over my scrotum and down between my legs. I liked to imagine I was with a guy with a big cock and we were pressing our cocks together.

Other times I would imagine another guy was screwing my wife while I watched.

"Did you see that? Linda asked digging me in the ribs and pointing to the TV as I woke out of my daydream. "Er, no I was miles away!"

So here we were, two years into the marriage and sexually bored with each other! Again my mind wandered to the young guy who had picked me up at the gym. Mick had said he would screw my wife while I watched and the plan tonight was to get her to agree to it!

My cock was pushing against the front of my trousers as I said. "I'm going to bed, you coming?" "In a few minutes" she replied. She didn't seem to notice my hard-on as I got up and went upstairs.

I went into the bedroom and surveyed the scene of the afternoon's escapade. I'd taken the pillow, that Mick had stained, off the bed and I knew that was my method of introducing to Linda, the idea of sharing her with another guy. But would she go for it? My cock seemed bigger than it had ever done before as I thought about Mick screwing Linda.

I quickly showered and put a pair of briefs on. As it was a warm summer's night Linda wouldn't think there was anything odd about me not wearing pyjamas. Although, she didn't seem to like me being completely naked in bed, she didn't mind if I only wore briefs. Thinking about my plan, I got an erection again as I dried my hair with the towel. Then I climbed into bed and read my book.

Half an hour later, Linda came in having taken a shower and got herself ready for bed. She dried her hair, while sitting on the edge of the bed in only her nightie. I watched, as her nipples poked against the material and her breasts moved up and down, as she waved the dryer around her head.

She finished and put the dryer away. "There's a pillow missing!" she said.

"I er, had an accident with it!" I said as she got into bed beside me. "I er, got a bit excited, this afternoon, you know, thinking about you, and er, while I was lying on it, er, I came!" I said as my hand stroked her thigh.

"Oh for goodness sake, Stephen! Have you no control!"

I explained how I'd suddenly been seized with the idea of another guy screwing her. Linda was shocked but didn't object as my hand wandered up her thigh and under her nightie. I asked her if she ever imagined having sex with anyone else and she said she did.

I asked her what the guy would be like as my finger drew a circle around her fanny. I was surprised to hear her describe in great detail what the guy in her imagination was like. He was young and athletic and my cock grew rock hard as I thought about Mick.

I told her I'd met this young guy at the gym and it had been him that I had been imagining screwing her this afternoon. I reached to the drawer and got out "Fred", our vibrator, and turned it on. I started to describe Mick's muscular blond body as I slipped "Fred" inside her. She lay back with her eyes closed as I told her to imagine the young stud entering her.

When she had got excited, I described how the guy shoots his spunk inside her and then rolls over off her. I took "Fred" out of her and pushed myself in. Linda wrapped her legs around my arse as I pumped into her. Quickly we both came and Linda violently squeezed and held on to me as she had a huge orgasm.

Afterwards we laughed about it and Linda said it was a great fantasy, but things like that never happen in real life. I said that I would see the kid on Saturday at the gym and I'd see if I could think of a way of inviting him over to the house. Linda laughed and told me not to be silly and went to sleep.

On Saturday, while I was still at work, I phoned Mick. I'd arranged to ring him when his parents were out and when he answered I told him it was all set for that evening. I arranged to meet him outside the leisure centre and we could pretend he was coming to my house to look at my coin collection, after a session at the gym.

I was rock hard while hearing Mick's voice and imagining what he was going to do to my wife with his enormous penis!

I found it very hard to concentrate on work for the rest of the day! I hated working on Saturdays anyway, but at least it gave me a day off during the week.

When I finished work I hurried to the leisure centre and Mick was waiting for me outside. God he was a beautiful looking boy! Only eighteen, but he looked older with his muscular physique. His blond hair, blue eyes, white teeth and golden bronze skin made you just want to grab him! Linda would go weak at the knees when she saw him!

On the way home I explained to Mick that my wife was interested in doing it with another guy, but it would have to look natural and not as if Mick knew that it had been set up. I also said that she mustn't know about our session together last Thursday. Mick smiled at me and told me not to worry and he hoped we could have another session soon!

When we got home Linda wasn't in, so I made Mick a coffee and got my coin collection out on the dining room table. While I was showing him my coins, Mick moved his leg under the table so that his knee pressed against my thigh. This kid was incredible! Here he was being set up to screw my wife, not only did he not seem nervous about it, but he was flirting with me too!

Well, I wasn't going to let this opportunity go by and I still wanted to know more about, and experience more, gay sex. So I planted my hand on Mick's thigh and boldly moved it up his leg until my hand was feeling the bulge in Mick's trousers. I felt the outline of his cock pressed up against his belly.

Mick moved his face towards mine and parted his lips. I pressed my mouth to him and Mick's tongue sought mine in a passionate kiss. Suddenly the back door opened and we quickly went back to looking at the coins.

Linda came in and her gaze fixed upon the young, blond Adonis, as I introduced Mick to her. Mick got up from the table and shook Linda's hand, smiling broadly at her with his pearly white teeth. Linda flushed and made a hasty retreat into the kitchen. Mick and I smiled at each other.

I organised for us all to go to the pub for a drink. Although Mick was only just eighteen I knew there would be no problem about getting served, as he looked more like nineteen. So off we all went to the pub. I got them sat in the corner with Mick up close to Linda while I went to get the drinks.

In no time at all Mick was flirting with Linda and she was giggling at his compliments. I was fascinated to watch this kid, basically picking up my wife in front of my own eyes!

After a few drinks, Mick had his thigh pressed up against Linda's leg and his arm was stretching over the back of Linda's chair as he gave her his full attention. We walked back home, with us on either side of Linda who had an arm round each of our waists.

Once inside Mick went straight to work. "God, you're a lucky man, Stephen to have such a beautiful wife. If she were mine I'd never let her out of the bedroom!" Linda giggled and Mick put his hands on her waist and said, "I'm sorry Stephen, but I can't resist her!" and he pulled her to him and kissed her on the lips. Linda collapsed into his arms and responded with passionate French kisses.

I said, "Er, can I join in?" and came over to the couple. I stood behind my wife and pressed my pelvis against her bum and rubbed myself against her. I reached my hand around the couple and felt Mick's arse through the tight material of his trousers.

Linda was busy planting kisses all over Mick's adorable face, while her hands were frantically undoing his shirt buttons. Soon her hand was stroking the pectoral muscles of his smooth bronzed chest and rubbing her fingers over his nipples. She grabbed for the top of his trousers and opened his button and undid his zip.

Mick's mouth went back to hers as she put her hand inside his trousers and felt his enormous erection. Soon she had his trousers pulled down around his ankles and she was staring down at the huge bulge in the front of his white Y-fronts.

I lifted up her dress from behind and lifted it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra; just skimpy knickers and her milky white breasts were exposed for Mick to see. He lovingly cupped one in each hand as he bent down and kissed her left nipple. He wrapped his tongue around it and sucked her breast.

Then he stood back, with the two of them now only wearing Y-fronts and knickers. He said, "We better not forget Stephen!" and he reached for me and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. His blue eyes looked tenderly straight into mine as he undid the buttons, one by one, and Linda undid my trousers and pulled them down as Mick stripped off my shirt.

All in our underclothes now, Mick pulled Linda to him again and his cock pressed against the damp front of her knickers as he kissed her once more. I rubbed my erection against her backside and kissed the back of her neck. Mick's hands moved down over my arse and he slipped his hands inside my briefs and pressed my arse, pushing me against my wife.

I reached round and got my hands inside the back of Mick's Y-fronts and stroked his cheeks, while Mick ground himself against Linda. Linda groaned between the embrace of the two of us.

Mick stepped back away from us, showing both of us his penis, which was pushing forwards against the front of his Y-fronts. I moved round and stepped behind him, pulling Mick's underpants down. As they came down, they pulled his penis downwards then his cock escaped its confines and bounced upwards. Linda stared at the thick eight-inch uncut staff as it bobbed up and down in front of her.

I pulled the underpants down to Mick's ankles and said. "You take her first Mick then I will!" and Mick moved forwards and roughly pulled Linda's knickers down. Holding Linda by the hand, he lay down on the carpet and pulled her naked body down on top of him. She squirmed about on top of his muscular body while he stroked his hands through her hair.

I stood amazed as I watched the naked bodies writhing about. I crouched down on the carpet next to them and stroked my wife's back as she hungrily kissed the young guy under her.

Mick gently rolled her over on to her back and I watched as he got hold of his penis and rubbed the end of it against the entrance to my wife's fanny. He made sure I got a clear view of it all! Then holding himself above her, he gently pushed and I saw Mick's huge cock slide into her.

Linda gave a moan as Mick started his up and down motion. He kept himself off her with his strong arms supporting his weight so that I could watch the length of his shaft move in and out of her vagina.

I reached forward and massaged Linda's breasts, her nipples hard and erect. Linda looked into my eyes as Mick fucked her. His action getting more and more powerful as he thrust in and out of her.

I took my hand of Linda's breast as Mick let his chest fall onto her as his motion got more frantic. I watched Mick's arse as his cheeks clenched and relaxed with his pumping action. I reached forwards and placed my hand on the boy's arse and felt the kid thrusting into my wife.

I then cocked my leg over Mick's backside and knelt over him, to allow my cock and balls to be bashed by Mick's arse, every time he pulled back before pounding down again into Linda. Mick's body tensed and he groaned as he shot his semen into Linda. I pressed my hands against Mick's arse and felt the thrusts as he pumped into my wife.

Linda was moaning softly as she took his seed. As soon as he had finished he pulled his still half-stiff penis out of her and rolled over onto his back, allowing me to get on top of her. Her face was flushed and a different aroma than usual was coming from her pussy as I pushed my circumcised throbbing penis in where Mick's member had just been.

My cock slipped easily into her juicy passage as I felt my knob slither through her juices and Mick's sperm. Linda gasped as the second cock entered her and she thrust her pelvis upward in wild delight as I held her, impaled on my cock.

I remained motionless kneeling between her legs and holding my chest at full arms-length above her. My wife continued to thrust upwards at me fucking herself against my rigid pole, until the breath hissed out of her, between her clenched teeth, and she shouted "Oh my God!" I then pounded my shaft in and out of her as we reached our orgasmic climax together and I collapsed on top of her.

I came out of my exhausted reverie to find myself still on top of Linda with Mick tracing circles with his finger over my back and arse and my wife gently dozing beneath me.

I gently lifted myself off her and placed my shirt over her naked body. We two naked men went to the kitchen and I got two cans of beer out of the fridge, saying "Wow!"

As I turned to face Mick, Mick moved forward and planted a deep passionate kiss on my mouth and I just managed to put the cans down before Mick grabbed me. We wrapped our arms around each other and hugged.

It had been an interesting evening and it looked like it wasn't over yet!
 
Lordy, Mick is quite the versatile bugger. I can just see Linda laying there in a deep dream state after such and erotic and sex filled evening. Hopefully she remains in that dream until our boys accomplish the second bout of the evening. Which...we need to hear about soon. Thanks SMF for another fantastic chapter.

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Mixed Blessings - Part 2 - A Sporting Life!

The next afternoon, Sunday, Linda was going to London with Angie and the two women were going to stay overnight to do some shopping the next day. So after a leisurely morning, where the three of us shared the double bed, she kissed both Mick and me goodbye and told us to be good!

She didn't seem to mind the two of us being intimate and stroking each other, as well as her own body, and the three of us had kissed and caressed each other during the lazy summer morning. At one stage she had gone down and alternately kissed and sucked each of our penises. Nobody had a climax. After the exertions of last night, everyone seemed to be content to just gently explore each other.

Once she had gone, I embraced the boy, who said he had to be getting back home. He had told his parents he was staying over at a friend's house, but they would be expecting him back now.

Reluctantly I let him go. I still hadn't had anything like my fill of the boy and his beautiful body! I asked him to come back that evening and stay the night and Mick said he would try. I watched the kid's naked body as it gracefully moved across the room and Mick headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

I lay back in bed and thought about last night's fucking session, my cock was rock hard under the cover and I reached down to play with it. Suddenly I heard a man's voice downstairs "Hi Stephen! Are you decent?"

It was the neighbour, Tim's voice. "Er, not quite!" I called and grabbing a towel I rushed to the top of the stairs, afraid in case Tim would come upstairs looking for me.

I held the towel in front of myself and leaning over the banister, told Tim I was just going to take a shower. Afraid that Tim would discover me all alone in the house with the naked Mick, my heart was pounding. I tried to look nonchalant as Tim looked up at my nude body, only the towel protecting my modesty.

"Come on you lazy bugger! It's midday already, fancy a game of tennis?"

"Er, sure! I'll be round in half an hour" I replied and breathed a sigh of relief as Tim left, just as Mick came out of the bathroom with only a towel round his waist.

It would have taken some explaining away to Tim! I went into the bathroom for a quick shower and a shave. When I came out Mick was dressed and we had a hasty kiss goodbye before I showed him out of the back door, explaining that the neighbour couldn't see anyone come or go that way. I told him to let himself in through the back door tonight if he could get back to spend the night with me.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Mick had gone. Things had worked out ok and I seemed to have got away with everything!

I changed into my tennis shirt and shorts and put my tracksuit jacket on. It was a hot midday sun that greeted me as I went out of the front door to go to Tim's house next door.

Tim was waiting for me in his tennis gear and grinned at me. "Up late last night?" he grinned in his usual suggestive way. "Come on you randy bugger let's shake those cobwebs out of your head!" and we headed off for the tennis courts in the park down the road.

I wondered what Tim would say if he knew exactly what I had been up to last night! Tim was obviously heavily into sex, he was always making lewd comments about women, but he wouldn't understand my attraction to the blond boy. I judged that Tim would be very anti-gay and I knew I had to be very careful not to give him any hint of my tendencies!

We tried to play a vigorous game of tennis, usually the two of us were fairly evenly matched. But this afternoon it was so hot that by the fourth or fifth game we had both slowed down as we slopped about the court.

When the set was finished Tim said "It's too fucking hot for this, let's go home, grab some beers and watch the cricket on telly." I wasn't going to argue, so we trooped slowly home in the heat. "Let's grab a shower and I'll see you round at your place in half an hour." Tim said as he headed up his front path.

'He is ok is Tim, quite a good pal really' I thought to myself as I went up my path.

A while later I was back downstairs, freshened up, and sat in front of the TV in my T-shirt and shorts as Tim let himself in through the front door. Tim was brandishing a six-pack of beer and only wearing a pair of shorts. I couldn't help but be slightly repelled and fascinated at the same time by his hairy chest and stomach. 'Why can't he keep himself a bit more covered up?' I thought to myself as Tim sat on the sofa next to me and handed me a beer.

As Tim leaned back against the sofa, I couldn't help but look at my friend's hairy legs and the bulge in the front of his shorts! I wondered how big Tim's cock was.

We watched the cricket and drank a few beers. England were losing as usual! Apart from a few lewd comments like "How you going to manage tonight without Linda?" Tim kept the conversation mostly on the topic of sport and work.

I replied to his suggestive comments with answers like, "The same way as you will I suppose!" and I felt like I was giving as good as I got when it came to that sort of banter.

Actually I was quite enjoying myself! I was feeling mellow from the beers and the afternoon was quite relaxing. I lay back against the back of the sofa and felt all was well with the world.

"How are you getting on with the dildo?" Tim suddenly asked and my heart started to pound.

"Er, fine thanks!" I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed!

"Well we all need something to perk up the old marital sex, don't we?" and he grinned.

I thought of Mick screwing my wife and said, "Yes!" and grinned at Tim as the effect of the alcohol soothed my nerves again.

"Me and Angie use all kinds of stuff!" Tim said giving me a lewd grin. It was obvious that Tim wanted to talk about sex and I didn't mind really, it sort of turned me on to think of what they might use!

"Oh, Yeah!" I leered back. "What sort of stuff?" I asked with a grin.

"You know, vibrators, magazines, videos. That kind of thing. And we wear special underwear!" Tim said.

My cock started to swell as I thought about Tim's wife Angie. I always quite fancied her with her dark hair and sensual Latin looks. She was such a contrast to the English rose looks of my own wife. I looked down at my crotch, hoping my swelling wouldn't show, but in my uninhibited alcohol haze I said, "I've always quite fancied your wife, I bet she looks great in those things in the catalogue!"

"She does! Linda would look fantastic in them too!" my neighbour sighed. I glanced down at Tim's shorts and his large bulge was starting to grow! My neighbour was getting turned on thinking about my wife! Spotting that I had glanced down at him, Tim cheekily looked at me and said, "I'm getting a hard-on thinking about your Linda in these crotch-less pants that Angie has!"

"Have another drink and watch the cricket, you randy sod!" I joked and we both looked at the TV just in time to see that England were all out.

"Want a sandwich?" I asked as I noticed it was five o'clock. "Sure, and I'll get some more beers from my place" Tim replied as he got up and headed for the front door.

In the kitchen I was thinking how I could get rid of Tim after tea. Still, he was a good laugh actually!

Five minutes later Tim was back with more beers and a plastic bag. "Got some goodies to show you!" he grinned.

"Oh yes! You're a dirty so and so Tim!" I joked.

Back in the front room we started another beer as we got stuck into the sandwiches and the cricket coverage finished. "I've got a couple of dirty videos, want to see?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, sure!" and Tim handed me an unmarked video for me to pop into the machine.

As I got up off the sofa Tim said "You know, we could swap wives one night, it would be fun!" I turned to face him and Tim's hairy torso was sprawled back against the sofa his naked arms stretched out across the back of it.

"Don't look so shocked you randy, bugger!" Tim said as he nodded towards my bulging cock in my shorts.

"Yeah! I'd like to screw Angie, but I'm not so sure Linda would fancy that hairy body of yours!"

"Well I know that Angie likes that smooth skin of yours, sometimes she fantasises about you, you lucky sod!" Tim laughed as I blushed. "Besides I've got a bundle in my shorts that women can't resist!" Tim continued. "Your Linda would love to get her hands on my ten inches!"

"What!" I exclaimed. "Ten inches! You're not a man you're a donkey!" and we both laughed. I turned back and put the video on. I swayed back over to the sofa and took a long swig of beer, as I settled into the sofa to watch Tim's video.

I was shocked when it started and Angie appeared on the screen doing a striptease. Tim grinned at me, as I watched fascinated as my neighbour's wife took her blouse and bra off. Angie played with her breasts, cupping them in each hand and pointing them towards the camera.

Then the camera panned down her body, which was only clad now in a skimpy pair of knickers. The camera moved further down and suddenly I could see the operator's huge cock sticking out towards Angie. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, "Is that you?" as I looked at the enormous erect penis, which looked about a foot long.

"That's me!" he proudly said.

"But it's enormous! I didn't know anyone was that big!" I gasped.

"Some guys are bigger than me, I'm only ten inches at my best!" Tim said with false modesty.

"It looks a big bugger to me! Makes my six inches look like a midget!" I said.

"Angie would love yours, no matter what size it is!" Tim replied. "Watch this!" And the next scene showed that the camera had been put on a table and Angie was licking Tim's monster and wrapping her lips around the first few inches.

As I watched transfixed, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Tim was stroking the front of his shorts. I casually put my hand in my lap and began to feel my own growing cock through my shorts as I watched Angie give her husband a blowjob.

"Oh well! It helps to pass a lonely evening!" Tim declared as he made a deliberate motion to massage his cock.

"Suppose so!" I said as I started to stroke my own.

"It feels great when she wraps her mouth over the end of my dick!" Tim said as he made more deliberate wanking motions with his hand. I could get some idea of the length of his monstrous cock as he stretched it out under his shorts and his hand rubbed up and down the length of it.

My own cock was hard and pushing against the waistband of my shorts as I stroked it. "I like getting my cock sucked." I said "Sometimes I like that better than fucking!" I added feeling quite bold now.

"Oh she'll give you a blow job as soon as you give her the word, will my Angie!" Tim leered and he looked straight down at my stiff penis under my shorts. My heart was pounding as his hand stopped stroking his monster and just started to move off his lap towards me, when the back door suddenly opened!

"Hi Stephen! I can stay again tonight!" Mick said as he bounded into the lounge. He stopped dead when he saw the two of us with our stiff pricks under our shorts and the blowjob going on, on the screen.

"Er this is my younger cousin Mick. He's been staying with us for a couple of nights." I managed to stammer my hastily thought up excuse! "Er, this is Tim from next door." I managed to say.

I think I must have gone beetroot red. But Mick rapidly assessed the situation and said "Yes, I just rang my parents from my friend's house and they said I could stay over with you for a couple more nights. You watching dirty movies? Great!" he said and he sat down on the floor in front of us and turned to watch the film.

He certainly was a cool customer was Mick! My heart was still pounding and I was terrified that Tim would know what Mick's relationship with me really was! Tim said "Hi Mick! We're having a guy's night watching porn. You like porn?"

Without flinching or hesitating Mick said "Yeah!" and watching the blowjob on the film he said "Me and the guys at school do that for each other all the time!"

Tim looked at me and grinned a knowing grin. 'God I hope he doesn't realise!' I thought.

"Is that you?" Mick asked as he turned round to look at Tim.

"Sure is!" boasted Tim.

"Wow it's huge! I thought mine was big, but I've never seen one as big as that!" He said looking into Tim's eyes with wide-eyed innocent wonderment.

'He's flirting with Tim!' I thought to myself, amazed at how smoothly Mick operated. Last night the experienced seducer of my wife, tonight a naïve schoolboy!

"None of your friends got a cock as big as this one then?" Tim nodded towards his stiff penis lying under his shorts.

"No way! How big is it?" Mick asked staring wide-eyed at the bulge in Tim's shorts.

"Ten inches, how big is yours?" Tim asked.

"Oh mine's just eight inches." Mick innocently said.

"Eight inches, well that's an impressive length, the girls will love that!"

"I don't know, I've never shown it to a girl yet, but the other guys at school seem to like it!" Mick said and looked at Tim and grinned. "Got any videos of men fucking women?" He asked.

"Yeah, put that other tape on, Stephen." Tim indicated towards the bag.

I got up and swapped the tapes. Walking back to the sofa I realised I was getting hard again from watching Mick flirt with Tim. Tim nodded towards my crotch and said, "Cousin Stephen's enjoying these films!"

"He was enjoying more than that last night!" Mick naughtily said and images flashed into my mind of the three of us last night! I looked nervously at Mick and he grinned cheekily at me.

"The randy bugger keep you awake last night, while he gave Linda one?" Tim leered.

"Something like that!" Mick replied and they settled back to watch the film. I took a long drink of beer and wanted them both to go away, this was getting too embarrassing!

The film was your standard sort of porn film. Two women lying together on the bed, endlessly playing with each other's breasts while this stupid music track played in the background. Tim made his usual "Could give her one" sort of remarks. I opened another beer and decided to get drunk.

Two studs came into the bedroom and each grabbed a girl who both seemed grateful that a man was going to give them a seeing to at last. Somehow the whole sex act was then displayed without a hint of a glimpse of an erection on either guy. The girls whimpered and moaned and the guys grunted.

All the way through the film, Mick sat on the floor with his back leaning against the sofa between us. Tim quietly stroked his cock occasionally, and I drank a couple of cans of beer. By the time the film had finished I was feeling relaxed and mellow again, but dying for a pee!

"You up to your eight inches, from watching that Mick?" Tim said as he dug me in the ribs and gave me a lecherous grin.

"I'd say!" said Mick. "How are you keeping ten inches tucked away inside those shorts?" he said as he turned round and gave Tim a cheeky grin.

"With a lot of difficulty!" Tim boasted. And Mick and I both looked at the huge shape in Tim’s shorts. He looked like he had a piece of lead pipe stretching under his shorts up from his balls to the side of his hip!

"Can I see it?" Mick asked and without waiting for a reply he put his hands on the waistband of Tim's shorts and pulled them down. Tim hitched his backside in the air as Mick slid them down to his knees. We both looked with disbelief as this thick cock lay on the mat of hair, with the huge, red, circumcised end reaching up Tim's stomach, several inches beyond his belly button.

"Wow!" exclaimed Mick. "Do you want me to suck you, like we do for each other at school?"

And Tim had barely said "Sure!" before Mick was kneeling between his knees and running his tongue up the length of Tim's cock. I watched transfixed by the sight and was fascinated as I watched Mick's tongue run over the top of the man's shiny knob.

His lips were kissing the knob end, but I couldn't watch any longer. "I need a piss." I said and got up and staggered up to the bathroom. Standing over the bowl I looked down at my little, half erect penis as I peed, and felt sorry for myself.

When I got back downstairs, Mick was still knelt down with his mouth clenched over Tim's monster. Tim had both his hands on the back of Mick's head and he gave me a 'phew' sort of look as I walked across back to the sofa.

Mick took his mouth of Tim's cock and said to me, "Do you want me to blow you as well?"

"Sure!" I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. And Mick knelt in front of me, pulled my shorts off and pushed my T-shirt up over my belly. His hands caressed my stomach as he took my stiffening cock into his mouth.

His tongue darted all over the end of my sensitive prick as his saliva lubricated it and his mouth brought me to a full erection.

I looked over to Tim and he was watching Mick devour me while he had both hands over the length of his cock and was working them up and down his enormous shaft. As I looked at the huge prick, my dick dripped and oozed pre-cum, as it seemed to grow even more in Mick's mouth.

Mick pulled his mouth off my cock and gave me a little secret smile and patted me on the stomach before he went back over to Tim. Soon he had the first six inches of him back in his mouth and was bobbing his head up and down on it in a steady, fast, motion. Tim grabbed the back of his head in both hands and dug his fingers into his blond hair, forcing the boy's head up and down on his shaft.

Tim snorted and Mick pulled off him and thrust Tim's shorts over his pumping knob. Tim grabbed the shorts and clamped them over his pulsing penis and snorted with every thrust of his cock. While Tim was still writhing, Mick came back to me and gave me a little friendly smile as he lovingly cradled my cock in his hand before licking it back to full erection and devouring it again.

His tongue rasped along the underside of my shaft as my knob end rubbed against the roof of his mouth. Then he took it out of his mouth and held it up as his tongue went down to my balls. He licked all over them and then gently sucked my right ball inside his mouth.

He moved my ball around the front of his mouth while the fingers of his other hand tickled the area between my balls and my arse. I thought I was going to die as his hands and mouth played with me. Then his mouth did the same with my other ball.

When I could hardly stand it any longer he let my ball fall out of his mouth and he took the full length of my cock deep down into his throat. I looked to Tim who was lying there watching us; his now shrinking cock lying on his shorts.

It made me feel powerful to feel my strong, dynamic, penis in Mick's mouth and to see Tim's fading manhood. I wanted to fuck Mick's mouth like nobody had ever fucked before and overwhelmed with the feeling of strength, I shot my first load into him. I rubbed both hands through his blond hair on the back of his head and he kept his mouth over my pulsing knob. I thrust my groin into his face as I spurted again and shouted "Fuckin' hell!"

Then I spurted and thrust again, growling "Fuck!" and again, "Fuck!" and again, "Fuck!" and again, "Fuck!" and again, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" my voice tailed away as my spasms eventually subsided.

"Phew!" I said when it was all over. Mick dreamily lifted his mouth off my soggy penis and took off to the kitchen to drink some water.

"That's one hell of a hot cousin you've got there!" whispered Tim. "How the hell am I going to get home?" he asked looking at his soggy wet shorts. "Run out of the back, nobody will see you!" I laughed and he hastily gathered up his bag, popped the videos in it and we went giggling into the kitchen.

Mick had recovered and he joined in the laughter, as Tim stood naked inside the open back door, clutching his bag and wet shorts in front of his stomach to try and cover himself.

"Ssh!" he kept hissing as we laughed louder and louder. "Someone might see me!" then he legged it down the back garden path.

When he was halfway down we shouted "Goodnight Tim!" and he stopped fearfully looking around in case someone might see him, then he scurried out of our garden and into his and giggling, made it to his back door.

We shut my door, still laughing. Then I stopped and looked at the beautiful boy who had been so tender and loving to me. It was time to repay the favour. I locked the door and taking him by the hand I led him upstairs.

In our bedroom, the scene of our first encounter, I looked at the beautiful boy in front of me, who had already taught me so much about sex between men. With tousled blond hair, his blue eyes and golden face smiled at me in the fading light of our room. "Oh Mick! You really are the most beautiful guy!" I gasped as I looked at his powerful young body filling his white T-shirt and shorts.

I put the lamp on and the light made the golden skin of his face, arms and legs glow against the pure white of his clothes. "You're a great guy too!" replied Mick as I walked over to him and stroked my fingers over his smooth arms.

I marvelled at his smooth golden skin. There was just a trace of fine blond hairs on his forearms, but his upper arms and biceps were smooth as silk. I traced my hands over the short sleeves of his T-shirt and held each powerful shoulder in each hand.

Stood there, in only my T-shirt, my cock was starting to stiffen, even 'though I'd just been sucked off. Holding his shoulders, I looked into Mick's blue eyes, which were looking straight back at me with a soft romantic expression. The soft gentle atmosphere was such a contrast to the rather gross mood between the three of us downstairs.

I knew I was falling for this kid, but at that moment I didn't care! I just wanted to enjoy our night together and not worry about the future. Mick's hand cupped my balls and gently stroked up the length of my penis. "You have a really lovely cock, Stephen!" He said as he gently held the sensitive end between his thumb and fingers and looked at my shaft that he was holding. I stepped forward and pulled his shoulders to me and kissed his lips.

We ran our closed lips over each other for a few seconds, then I wrapped my arms around his back as I put my head to one side and licked my tongue over his lovely red lips. His mouth soon parted in a sigh of desire, and my tongue found his. I ran my tongue over the underneath of his tongue as our lips pressed against each other. Then our mouths opened further as we sighed into each other.

Mick's hands hung limply by his side as I leaned over his face and kissed him as deeply as I could and cupped the back of his head in my hand and ran my fingers through his gorgeous hair.

I didn't ever want to let him go and my cock was pressing against the solid mound in the front of his shorts. The material felt good as I pressed my cock against it and I could feel his manhood pressing against mine.

Eventually I took my mouth off his, but still held his head in my hand as I gazed down at his lovely face and supported the weight of his body with my other arm. The boy had a look of complete surrender as he said "You're the best kisser I've ever met!" and our eager mouths found each other again. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth as it looked for mine. He licked the top of it and ran his tongue around the inside of my mouth, before I responded and worked my mouth in a rhythmic motion against his.

Being more dominant now, Mick stood up straight put his hands on either side of my face and pushed his face against mine. I loved the smell of his hands and face as the sides of our noses rubbed against each other.

I moved my mouth and started to kiss his hand and fingers as he covered my cheek with kisses and nibbled my ear.

I reached down and pulled his T-shirt out of the top of his shorts and lifted it up to expose his naked stomach. My hands stroked and caressed his belly feeling a few tiny hairs just above the belt of his shorts.

I was still kissing his hand, but with his free one, he lifted up the front of my T-shirt and pressed the flesh of his belly against mine as my naked cock jammed itself against his shorts again.

His tongue entered my ear with a slurping noise and I rubbed my mouth and nose in the palm of his hand. We swayed about so that our stomachs caressed each other. I pressed both my hands against his buttocks and his free hand clamped itself to my arse as our passion and urgency intensified.

My hands pressed and caressed the cheeks of his buttocks through the white material as I explored his strong arse and Mick's hand pressed and massaged my bare arse.

I moved my hands up the slope at the top of his arse and stroked the bare skin at the base of his spine. I lifted up his T-shirt, feeling every inch of his bare back until I was caressing the back of his shoulders, while Mick's mouth was exploring my neck and Adam's apple.

I moved my head back towards him and his hungry mouth reluctantly let go of my throat and we looked into each other's eyes. He had a dreamy expression and my throat felt cool from the moisture of his kisses. I lifted his rolled up T-shirt and he put both arms in the air high over his head and I slipped his shirt up off them.

I gasped as I looked at the whiter flesh on the inside of his arms and the muscles on his chest. I kept one arm up in the air to hold his own arms up above his head as the fingers of my other hand traced a pattern in the fine hair in his armpit.

I kissed his right nipple and could smell the delicious mixed aroma of cologne and perspiration as I ran my tongue around his nipple. The fingers of my hand locked in a clasp with Mick's fingers up above our heads, while I kissed and sucked his nipple and ran my other hand over his armpit and down the side of his chest.

Having drunk my fill of his smell and taste, I let go of his hands, pulled off my T-shirt, and knelt down in front of the lovely large round bulge in the front of his shorts. His cock was still curled up and held in place by the strong material of his tennis-style shorts and I knew it must have been yearning for release by now!

There was a damp patch on the front of his shorts, but I couldn't tell if it was from him or from my cock, which had been pressing against his bulge.

Although I'd seen his penis, I was going to take my time tonight to really get to know it. I'd never seen anyone with an erect cock, before Mick, and I wanted to discover everything I could about it!

I gazed at his smooth round thighs that were golden in the lamplight. My hands stroked the golden skin and I felt the few fine hairs on the inside of his thighs as Mick parted his legs for my probing fingers.

My face was only a few inches from his shorts and a faint manly aroma filled my nostrils. My fingers moved up between his thighs and stroked the underneath of his balls, which I could feel through the material and my left hand moved up and felt his bulge. I could feel his length curved down over his balls. It felt thick and the end of it hung below his huge balls and was pushed forward by them.

My fingers found the top button on his shorts and I undid it, my fingers rubbing the coarse blond pubic hairs. Then the second and third buttons were undone and his shorts parted as his cock pushed its way forwards. I quickly slipped his shorts down over his arse and they dropped to the floor.

I took in the full magnificence of this boy's manhood, the long thick shaft with the veins standing out on the side and across the top of it, the fine white hairs underneath at the base of it and on his sack that held two large balls. The delicious sweet smell pervaded my senses and I gazed with fascination at the uncircumcised end with the foreskin tightly containing his large knob-end. I could see the ridge of the base of his glans through the envelope of skin that contained it.

Uncircumcised penises were fascinating to me "It's fantastic Mick!" I whispered as my left hand gently cradled his balls and the base of his shaft and the fingers of my right hand touched the foreskin at the end of his cock.

Although it looked tight over his engorged knob, I could tell as I touched it that it was slippery between his foreskin and his glans. I gently massaged his skin and his knob slipped forward out of its container. It was a red/purple colour and glistened in the lamplight. The smell of his moisture as it evaporated, hit my nostrils and his fantastic eight-inch shaft was only inches from my face and the sweet perfume pervaded the air.

I'd sucked his cock on Thursday, but I'd been so nervous and uncertain of what to do that I hadn't really had the chance to appreciate it. This time I was determined to take in every moment of the experience!

"Oh Mick, this is wonderful!" I said. Still cupping his balls in my left hand, I ran my tongue along the side of his long straight shaft, from the base to the tip of his knob. The sweet taste of his moisture hit my tongue and I licked my tongue over every part of his juicy knob-end.

I ran my tongue along the ridge between the base of his knob and his shaft and up the little ridge of skin underneath his cock and round to his slit where a new bead of pre-cum was glistening. I touched the tip of my tongue on the tiny jewel and the dew-drop of moisture melted on to my tongue.

I ran my lips down over Mick's knob feeling the underneath of it rub against the surface of my tongue as I took as much of the boy into my mouth as I could. I'd read about men taking the whole of a guy's cock into their mouth and down their throat. But I couldn't figure out how to do that, so I just caressed his knob with my tongue and worked my lips up and down as much of his massive shaft as I could.

Mick seemed to be enjoying what I was doing as he was making gasping noises and holding the back of my head, clasping my mouth to his prick. Kneeling in front of him I wormed my fingers from his balls and pushed underneath him to feel up towards the crack between his arse. My other hand reached behind him and stroked his lovely smooth bum before pressing his groin into my face.

I was struck by the power of Mick's body as he held my head in a vice-like grip and worked his shaft in and out of my mouth. But he was considerate and didn't force it too far inside me even when his strokes got more urgent.

Now he was moving in and out rapidly as my mouth wanked him and I put both my hands onto his arse cheeks and lightly rubbed them over his cool smooth skin, feeling the powerful thrusts as his arse tensed and relaxed with each thrust.

I knew he was close to coming and tensed myself to receive his seed. I was determined to take what he had to give this time! His in and out thrusts suddenly stopped and I dug my fingers into each cheek of his arse and squeezed as the first spurt shot into my mouth. I held on tight to him, as he groaned in ecstasy and spurted over and over.

I managed to gulp down after his third or fourth spurt, holding on to his knob with my lips. As I swallowed his sperm, his cock was sucked back inside me and Mick moaned and writhed about inside my mouth as I pressed my fingers hard into his arse cheeks which were still giving little thrusts as he repeatedly ejaculated his seed into me.

I held on tight to him until, eventually, he stopped twitching. I let his shrinking pole slip out of my mouth and taking a deep swallow I tasted and smelt his spunk, which had a very strong pungent flavour.

My mouth and his now floppy penis reeked of his sperm and I patted his bottom as I got up and went to the bathroom. I threw my head down into the sink and under the running cold water tap. I opened my mouth and swallowed huge quantities of water, and let it splash all over my face.

The cold water hit me and the purity of the liquid was very refreshing. I lifted my head away from the tap and looked in the mirror at my face, which was flushed red. I'd done what I thought I could never do and swallowed everything Mick had.

It wasn't something I'd want to do often. It was hard to do and not entirely pleasant, but I smiled at the face in the mirror as I thought how lovely Mick was. I knew how great it was to have him give me a full blowjob and I was delighted I had been able to do the same for him!

I quickly dried my face and rushed back to the bedroom to be with my beautiful Mick!

He was lying face down on the bed, still completely naked and I rushed over to join him naked on the double bed. "Hi!" I said.

He smiled and groaned "Urgh!" Then I saw the red finger marks on his arse cheeks where I had squeezed him too tight!

"Oh sorry! I've hurt you!" I said as I gently stroked the red marks.

"It's ok, doesn't hurt, just tingles a bit!" He sighed as I stroked my hand over his arse. "Where did you learn to do it as good as that?" he asked.

"I don't know, I guess a guy just knows how to handle another guy and what he likes." I said as I massaged the feeling back into his cheeks.

We lay together on the bed for quite a while, while Mick recovered. "Come on, let's take a shower to freshen up!" I said.
 
Wow! That was an intense chapter. Stephen has no worries about Tim any more, not after Mick's breaking the ice and giving him quite the b/j. He also seemed to enjoy watching Mick give Stephen a more intense b/j. However, the scene in the bedroom was fantastic. How will "cousin Stephen".... ever be able to let this boy go? I can only imagine what the rest of the night is going to hold... Love the story, SMF.

Craiger
 
That completes the free sections of the novel "Mick", that I am allowed to give away.

My main themes are adult relationships between young men, the fascination of a gay man for straight men and the blossoming of homosexual relationships. This particular next story "Archie" is a Victorian Occult fantasy. It is available for the Kindle on Amazon. It is slower-paced than some of my gay novels and details the homoerotic friendship between two young, virgin men in Victorian society, who do not yet realise they are homosexual, but nevertheless develop a strong, intimate, adult friendship.

So this time, don't expect explicit gay fiction, but hopefully you will enjoy the more naive, homoerotic descriptions.

My Blog is: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/

My Amazon author page is: http://amazon.com/author/richardpeters

Archie Chapter 1 – The Meeting

With heavy heart I descended from the horse-drawn cab outside the Stand club. I was eighteen years old and on the verge of manhood, in the year of our Lord 1905. But my boyish heart was being strangled by society and my parent's expectations of me.

"Archibald" My father had said when I reached sixteen years of age. "You will move into the family firm and study for your papers" he had insisted, after I had said I wished to be an artist.

Upon his words the clouds of conformity descended upon my young heart. I looked to my mother for rescue, she being a gifted pianist and understanding of the artistic heart. She had smiled sadly and cast her eyes down, away from her darling son, in deference to my father ,the head of "Copthorne & Son" Bookkeepers and fiscal agents.

My fate was sealed and I became the "& Son" that my father had once been to his father.

My two years of training in the financial ways of the world were not entirely unpleasant. There was even an aesthetic beauty to be found in the precision and accuracy of numbers. But my heart found little solace in this, while it still yearned for the joy and freedom of expression to be found in the artist's ways.

I still painted on an evening and my mother had given over half of her music room to form a studio for me, in front of the north facing window. But my father did not approve, calling my work "childish dabbling".

"It's time to come into society and find a wife, Archibald." He constantly said, but I found the musical evenings and dinner parties tedious and the company of the young women being forwarded into society unexciting. My mother's presence at the musical evenings helped make them bearable. No girl would ever fill the space in my heart that my mother occupied.

As I stepped into the doorway of the Stand club, I fingered my starched collar to ensure my appearance was neat. This was my first meeting as representative of Copthorne & Son. For the first time I found myself wishing I had allowed what whiskers I could grow to grow. "Grow your whiskers, boy!" Father had commanded. "You must take a man's appearance if you wish to be attractive to the young women of society." I had steadfastly shaved my thin boyish whiskers and although I could now probably grow some reasonable, if whispy, side-whiskers and a sparse moustache, I had stubbornly refused to change my appearance from a boy to a man.

But here on my first assignment as a financial consultant I did wish I had made myself more manly and mature. I was meeting with Viscount Bottlebury to receive some papers from him. The club's steward ushered me into the plush sitting room on production of my business card and my request for his Lordship. He led me past several dark green leather armchairs to the far and most discrete side of the room.

The steward presented my card on his silver tray to the figure hidden by the high backed green chair. The hand took my card and the steward faded away into the smoke filled air of the club. I was startled when a young man stood and smiled at me, offering his hand.

"Mr Copthorne!" He smiled and held my hand softly. I felt a strange shiver through my arm and chest. "Percival Bottlebury" The immaculate young man of clear breeding said. "My father, Viscount Bottlebury asked me to come into town to hand over his papers, for your company to audit."

"Archibald Copthorne" I replied, squeezing his hand to indicate I was a serious man of business. "My father asked me to collect the papers."

Lord Percival Bottlebury let my hand go and my soul felt a chill of loss. He indicated the luxurious chair opposite his own and he sat down regally indicating for me to sit also. He smiled a pleasant smile and crossing his legs said "It seems this business is given equal weight of importance by both my father and your own, that they send their sons as messengers!" He smiled.

"Oh I can assure you and your Lordship that I am fully authorised by my father to engage in business!" I said rather defensively.

Percival Bottlebury laughed a merry laugh and I felt my bubble of self-importance softly deflate. I smiled back and Lord Percival clicked his fingers summoning the steward. I requested a whiskey in echo of Lord Percival's request.

Two glasses of fine Malt appeared on a tray and I took mine, after his young lordship took his.

I sipped it, hiding my horrific distaste at the effect on my palette. Percival Bottlebury handed over a file of papers and I popped it into my briefcase, it being bad form to look at them outside the office.

I took the opportunity to glance surreptitiously at the young heir, not feeling it my place to engage too open a look at my social better. The fair, youthful face seemed to be amused, as he sipped his whiskey and placed the glass on the table between us un-crossing his legs and crossing them over the other way. His face was soft and he was still clearly a boy, although I judged him to be my age, but like me he was un-whiskered. His hair was fair and immaculately cut in a foppish style; his eyes were silver-grey, his nose aristocratic and fine; his high cheek-bones and sunken cheeks gave him a soft, vulnerable appearance; his lips were red and moist against his pale skin. He wore the collar of a landed gentleman, as opposed to my rounded collar of a business gentleman. His suit was a pale brown gentleman's suit, compared to my grey business suit. His trousers were wonderfully well tailored to his legs; his crossed over thigh filled but did not stretch the material. He wore fine brown brogues on his feet. He was every inch a noble young gentleman.

Percival Bottlebury laughed out loud, breaking my covert inspection of him. "Isn't whiskey foul!" he whispered with a conspiratorial grin. "How I would prefer my nurse's delicious hot chocolate!" He laughed. I laughed back, taking an instant liking to my noble companion.

We both sat back in our chairs, distancing ourselves from the foul, adult drink and smiled at each other like naughty boys.

I felt myself blush slightly as the young Percival inspected me. "I think we will be great friends!" He declared decisively.

"I would like that very much Lord Bottlebury." I said, trying to smile and look relaxed.

"Percy" he said. "Archibald?" He checked on my preferred name.

"Archie." I said. "My friends call me Archie."

Percy reached across our abandoned whiskeys offering his hand again, this time in friendship, rather than business. "A friend I am, Archie!" He smiled and I noticed his handsome teeth.

"Yes, indeed, Percy!" I eagerly agreed. Our hands met and embraced in friendship. This time I held his strong, smooth hand softly, just like my new friend did mine. Our eyes met and the friendship was sealed. My heart leapt joyfully, as our mouths smiled at each other.

"Let's go somewhere less stuffy!" Percy said, clicking his fingers for the steward to appear swiftly, out of the cigar smoke. "Please keep Mr Copthorne's briefcase in safekeeping until he returns." He commanded in a tone of one used to giving orders.

"Yes sir" The servant replied.

Suppressing laughter, my new friend and I left the Strand Club. Out in the London street we laughed joyfully at our release. "Let's go to Lyons Tearooms!" Percy suggested in a way that brooked no disagreement. I was happy to go along with his suggestion.

"Shall we walk or take a cab?" He said, preparing to hail a nearby horse-drawn cab. "We'll walk!" he answered his own question and strode off down the Strand with a merry gait. I skipped off catching him up and we looked to each other with childish grins on our faces.

"It's so rare to find a friend!" Percy said gaily.

"I'm not really sure I have any!" I said without bitterness. My heart was singing for joy.

"You have now!" Percy declared, throwing an arm over my shoulder and guiding us happily through the bustling Strand.

We enjoyed scones and cream with tea at Lyons Tea-house. I told Percy about my real dream of being an artist.

"I think you must be a most talented artist. I can see you have the delicate fingers and alert eye required and I'm sure anything you turn to, you must do most wonderfully well." Percy's eyes twinkled in admiration. My soul felt safe and wonderfully refreshed by my friend's certainty in me.

While we sipped our tea, I pulled a pencil and notebook out of my pocket and sketched a rough portrait of Percy. I noted again his aristocratic features, his fine complexion, his foppish fair hair, his handsome features and his eyes that twinkled with the mirth and joy of life. This twinkle was impossible to capture, but otherwise I made a decent enough job of the task. I tore off the page and slipped the finished result across the table between our teacups.

Percy gasped. "Oh Archie! That is the most wonderful thing I have ever seen!" My friend's eyes watered in appreciation. "Your sketch flatters me, but I shall treasure it always!"

"You make a handsome subject to draw. The task is all the easier when one likes the subject." I said.

"My dear friend!" Percy said. Reaching his hand over the table to take mine in thanks. He squeezed my fingers and again my heart leapt with an unknown affinity. The waitress appeared and coughed in embarrassment. Percy laughed out loud at the girl discovering our hand to hand embrace. My friend seemed to find fun in almost everything.

Our fingers parted and no, we did not require anything further. Giggling we left the teahouse. "Oh Archie! May we never grow up!" He declared to the London sky more than to me. "May we be like Peter Pan and be forever young!" he shouted, arms outstretched and passer-by business men and ladies shopping for fine hats and costumes dodged away from his whirling arms as he circled around joyfully staring at the sky.

I undid my business jacket and stepped beside him opening wide my arms and twirling in unison. "Forever young!" I declared and was hardly aware of the obstruction we were causing to the ruffled, troubled passers-by.

"Hyde Park!" Percy declared as he stopped spinning and we grinned dizzily at each other.

"Walk or cab?" I grinned.

"Run!" He answered and set off at a dash.

Quickly, I set off after him. My friend was a good, strong runner and his trim but muscular physique told me he would have stamina. But I was a good runner and dodging between annoyed Londoners I caught up with my friend.

Grinning at each other, we raced through Piccadilly and on towards the park. Percy smiled at me through clenched teeth and stepped up his pace, daring me to keep up with him. I spurted forward and passed him, quickly I darted across Park Lane dodging the cabs and skipping over the horse deposits. I could hear my friend's footfalls behind me as we dodged the busy traffic and leapt over the grass verge and onto the park, with the Serpentine glistening in the summer sun in front of us.

We were strong young men in our prime and although our pace slackened we still raced at a fair lick over the grass, with myself just managing to stay in front of him.

"Enough!" I heard his desperate voice falling behind me. Like a rampant stallion I raced around in an extravagant arc across the grass back towards my friend who was collapsing onto the green sward. By the time I arced back to him he was lying on his back loosening his tie and gentleman's collar.

I stood above him triumphantly breathing hard but not exhausted like my friend. I looked down on his panting body, his chest heaving inside his opened jacket, his legs sprawled supinely out on the grass. I felt powerful and strong like I had never done before. There was something about my noble friend that brought a strength out of me that I little realised I had.

Panting myself, but making sure they were lighter than Percy's gasps, I lay on the grass beside him and slackened my tie and business collar. Side by side we panted and regarded the summer sky.

"You are a magnificent runner, Archie!" He said between gasps.

"Thank you, you are a fair rival, yourself!" I admired back.

"But your Business suit!" He said, "I fear I am a bad influence on you, my friend!"

I sat up suddenly worrying about grass stains on my grey jacket. I reached to slip the jacket off my shoulders and Percy quickly knelt up beside me and helped me disrobe. There was something strangely exciting about being undressed by someone who had possibly never even undressed himself, having a serving man disrobe him every night. But here he was slipping my jacket down my arms, making sure it didn't touch the lush grass.

"Is it all right, Archie?" he asked solicitously, while I inspected the grey material.

"It seems fine!" I said carefully folding it back on itself so that the lining was on the outside, before carelessly dropping it on the grass as a pillow and lying back to stare, still panting, at the summer sky.

Percy laughed gaily and took his own jacket off. I squinted at his torso and arms inside his crisp white shirt and judged that my friend was slightly less muscular than I. "What about yours?" I asked looking back up at the sky.

"Oh this old thing!" He carelessly said as he sighed back onto his back. Seemingly, his immaculately tailored suit, although more expensive than I could afford, was considered unworthy of concern.

"I am in town today for the charity work I do on a Thursday evening with some of the needy youths of Bermondsey. So I'm in my old rags today!"

"Charity work?" I asked.

"Yes, my father supports a sporting facility for the less fortunate. A gymnasium. He gave it to me as one of my duties until I inherit. It's the least one can do." He said simply, while squinting at the sky.

"Well I can see you are an athletic man." I said.

"Boy! I am a boy. I refuse to grow into a man!" He joked.

"Being athletic, I'm sure you can set a good example to the less fortunate young men of our city." I said, ignoring his silliness.

"I shall never age from this point, like Wilde's Dorian Gray, I shall be forever young!" He rolled onto his side, propped his head up on his hand and looked down on me. "Like you, my friend, we will stay forever boys!"

I laughed. "Not if my father has anything to do with it, he says I must become a man, grow whiskers and take a wife!" I said, laughing ironically.

"Fathers!" Percy said in joking exasperation. "Anyway I don't believe you could grow whiskers" He said leaning forward to inspect the skin on my face. His free hand reached and gently touched my cheek.

I gasped at the feel of his strong, soft fingers touching me. His breath sweet and fresh whispered on my cheek and I was transported to some strange pleasure. His fingertips traced over the curves of my eyebrows and down my slightly too large nose, and over my cheeks, which were a little fuller than his and softly over my smooth chin.

"A little on your temple, but you are no man yet!" he laughed and fell over onto his back.

"Oh yes, and you," I said feeling his cheek for any rasp of manliness. It was as smooth as a baby's and Percy sighed at the feel of me. I felt compelled to stroke around his face, to inspect him for any evidence that he was no Peter Pan, no Dorian Gray. His eyes were closed while he felt my fingers inspecting his face.

His chin and cheeks were smooth and soft and his temples showed no growth beneath his natural hair line. It struck me how beautiful he was. Maybe, indeed he had found an elixir of youth. His soft red lips parted slightly at the delight of my soft touch. "Your fingers are so delicate" He sighed as he luxuriated in my touch.

I felt no need to withdraw my fingers and stroked his cheekbones, his temples and softly stroked his forehead. I knew not what drew me on to being so bold and as we both sighed, I felt strangely impelled with desire to touch his soft lips to my lips.

Suddenly Percy threw open his eyes and my fingers ceased their inspection. "Come down this weekend and stay!" He said. He stood up and wiped his hands down the back of his trousers to remove any grass. It wasn't a request, it was a command, but looking up at his fine, statuesque body my heart leapt with affinity for my new friend. His command was like a softest silk, caressing my soul.

"Of course I will!" I replied. "I'd be delighted."

"I have to go to Bermondsey now. Bring some of your paints and I'll show you the best views on the estate" He slipped on his jacket, none the worse for being a pillow, I marvelled at the smooth flow of his limbs. "I'll have a carriage sent to you on Friday evening, tomorrow. Shall we say eight? It takes three quarters of an hour, so you'll be too late for dinner. That way you'll escape inspection by my family, until you have settled in."

Percy was starting to walk away half backwards half sideways, dusting his suit with his hands. I sat up "Yes, yes, I'll look forward to it." I said, as he retreated reluctantly away.

"Until tomorrow!" He waved and walked backwards still watching me. I waved back and he seemed relieved at my friendly gesture. He turned and walked a few yards and turned again for another wave.

I rolled onto my stomach and felt curiously warm in my loins as they pressed into the grass. I watched my new friend walk away across the park, turning every now and again to wave his goodbye's to me. I turned onto my hip and waved back. Our waves became sillier and more and more exaggerated and even from that distance I knew my merry, gay friend was laughing out loud at our foolishness.

I leapt to my feet and jumped up and down waving frantically. He started doing crazy leaps and foolish waves. I copied him and at a distance now of a quarter of a mile we both knew we were giggling like young boys.

Eventually he reached the edge of Park Lane and stood waving like a madman, before hurling himself down off the embankment and out of sight as if he had just leapt off a cliff. Laughing out loud to myself I brushed myself down as best I could, hoping my suit was not ruined. It would take some explaining to my father that I was covered in grass stains because I had been frolicking in the park with our noble client's son!

Walking over to Park Row I mused on the fun that my friend was and how all the more unsatisfactory the new friendship made the rest of my life. Ah well at least it was only one more day until I saw him again. Descending off the park back to the road I hailed a handsome and made my way back to the Strand club.

The steward looked me up and down disapprovingly as if he could see my foolishness from the state of my suit and asked me to wait on the pavement while he retrieved my briefcase. Obviously now that I no longer had an appointment with the young Lord I was not fit to enter the club.

While I waited, I realised my tie and collar were still undone! I straightened my dress up and when the steward returned his eyes noted my improved appearance. My briefcase retrieved, I hailed a cab and headed for home, it being too late in the day to return to the office.

That evening, Father was pleased to hear of my friendship and how it would be good for the business. I couldn't help but feel satisfied that I had done something to please my father. Fortunately he knew nothing of our foolish gambolling in the park.

"Maybe young Lord Bottlebury's social set will include a nice young lady who takes your eye, Archibald!" My mother said gently, but hopefully.

"Mother!" I protested, blushing.

"He'll need to grow some whiskers before any respectable girl will consider him for a husband" My father interrupted gruffly, dabbing his serviette on his be whiskered face to remove any traces of soup that may have got caught in his growth.

I was glad when dinner was over and I was able to retire to my room. Before falling asleep I found my mind wandering to my "forever young" friend and the feel of his fingers on my face and then the feel of my fingers on his.

Although my father and mother moved in good social circles, they did not mix with Dukes and Viscounts. My family's place was lower down the social scale. But here I was, hardly able to believe that my new good friend was a noble Lord. Percy liked me! He seemed so, ordinary, despite his commanding way, just an ordinary young man like myself.

Again the memory of his fingers stroking my face for signs of whiskers came back to me. And the memory of my fingers stroking his soft face. My lovely, handsome new friend!

Friday drudged its way through. The columns of figures did not appeal to my senses today.

Home early and I was packed for my weekend visit by thirty minutes after seven.

"Be sure to maintain the best of manners" my dear mother said as she fussed over my jacket shoulders with her hands, squaring up the collar.

"Why he needs his art folder I fail to realise." My father grumped.

"Lord Percival Bottlebury is very interested in my art, Father." I retorted.

"Bah! Balderdash!" he grumbled. "Be sure to set a good impression of the business, boy!" He said, grumbling out of the room.

Mother kissed my cheek and I smiled excitedly at her. The doorbell rang, my carriage was here!

Once free of my mother's fussing hands I stepped out and into the two horse carriage. The driver sped me away from home and into the unknown!
 
A charming episode, elegantly written.

You make Edwardian London come alive. . .

Thanks, Richard!
 
I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This particular story "Archie" is a Victorian Occult fantasy. It is available for the Kindle on Amazon. It is slower-paced than some of my gay novels and details the homoerotic friendship between two young, virgin men in Victorian society, who do not yet realise they are homosexual, but nevertheless develop a strong, intimate, adult friendship.

So this time, don't expect explicit gay fiction, but hopefully you will enjoy the more naive, homoerotic descriptions.

My Blog is: http://richardpetersbooks.blogspot.co.uk/

My Amazon author page is: http://amazon.com/author/richardpeters

Archie Chapter 2 – Bottlebury Mansion

A footman was waiting at the door as we drew up on the lavish driveway to the impressive Bottlebury Mansion. He took my overnight bag, but I refused to let him take my art folder. With it under my right arm I stepped over the threshold.

"Archie!" Percy's merry voice sang out and my friend skipped down the curved staircase, lightly holding the banister. But his steps were so graceful he seemed almost to be flying like Peter Pan himself. He rushed over to me offering his hand in warm friendship. I fumbled unable to release my right hand to return the greeting, because my precious folder was between my arm and torso. So clumsily I offered my left in non-conventional fashion.

Percy took my hand warmly and rather than a handshake we clasped hands together like children. We laughed, Percy squeezed my hand and then let go wrapping both arms around my shoulders and clutching me to him.

"It's very kind of your family to welcome me into their home, Percy." I said as our bodies parted.

"Nonsense, my dear friend, it's good of you to come! Oh and you have your art materials. We shall have the most wonderful weekend!"

We smiled.

"Anyway, I'm afraid my father was called up to Glasgow this afternoon on business. He'll be away all weekend."

"And your mother?" I enquired.

A voice piped up from our left "My mother is dead." It said matter-of-factly.

I looked over and a fair boy, a younger version of Percy, stood regarding me curiously.

"This is my younger brother Frederick, He's just a boy." Percy said.

"Sixteen!" The Bottlebury sibling replied defiantly.

I put my art folder down and stepped over to the boy who had a few inches still to grow to reach Percy's six feet. "I'm pleased to meet you Frederick," I said offering my hand.

"You can call me Freddie." The boy said with a nod deciding that he liked me and offering me his hand in return. I shook it softly as a friend, but he gripped mine hard like an adult, like a business greeting. I squeezed back hard returning his firmness.

He had his brother's steel grey eyes and his soft red lips. We smiled, agreeing that we liked each other.

"Go and ask Mrs Danbury to cut some beef and some bread for our guest's supper, Freddie" Percy said, rather harshly.

"Why do I always have to do things!" young Freddie protested as he slunk off into the house.

"I'm sorry about your mother, I didn't realise" I whispered, as Percy and I followed the footman carrying my case.

"When he was seven. I was only nine, he doesn't really remember her." Percy said softly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I sighed.

Percy's cheery, gay demeanour did not alter. "You have the room next to my own, we shall have the best of times!" he said.

The room was wonderful and lush with the leaded window looking out over the great park.

"That's the lake." Percy said as the footman left the room and we both peered through the window. His finger pointed to the lake to the left of the grounds.

As yesterday I found the close proximity of my friend to be strangely intoxicating. We didn't move, our heads just inches apart, we looked out over the grounds.

Eventually Percy broke the spell. "Get settled in and find me down in the dining room, we'll have some food for you. You are hungry." He said in that way he had of commanding rather than asking.

We smiled and he gave a silly wave like yesterday as he went out of the door. We laughed.

The bread and beef was good and Percy offered me a rather fine red wine for it. He chatted on endlessly about what a wonderful time we were to have. He lit a candle as it was getting dark and showed me the library stacked with rich looking, fine books and the drawing room with a roaring log fire and well lit with candles.

"We can spend the rest of the evening in here, it is the most comfortable room." he said.

"Yes!" A little voice piped up from behind the armchair. Frederick's smiling face popped up. "We can play Bezique, oh do tell me that you play Bezique Mr Copthorne, er Archibald" He said, not sure what he could call me.

"I'm Archie" I reminded the charming boy. "And yes I play Bezique". I smiled.

"Oh can we?" Freddie asked his older brother.

Percy sighed somewhere between annoyance and indulgence. "Well it's rather late, already thirty minutes after nine." He hesitated. "Maybe Archie is tired from the journey and would prefer to retire to bed?" He actually asked me a question!

The young lad looked at me with hopeful eyes. I hesitated. And said, "When I was at boarding school, we used to get into our nightgowns and play Bezique! So long as we were ready for bed, matron used to sometimes let us!"

"Oh yes!" Freddie said gleefully. "A nightgown party! Yes, Percy please!" He pleaded.

"Oh very well!" Percy relented. "Call Yates and have him dress you for bed."

"We all have to be in our nightgowns." I said. "Otherwise it's not fair!" I giggled.

"Yes, it's not fair, Percy" Freddie agreed. He really liked me now.

"Very well," Percy gave in. Ask Yates to come to my room after he has dressed you for bed, so that he can attend to me, Frederick" He said and young Freddie ran happily out of the drawing room.

He smiled a joke rebuke at me "You will indulge the lad, I can see that!" he sighed gaily. "Do you need anyone to undress you?" He asked naively. "I could summon Bertram, the footman, to come to your room and prepare your for bed if you wish."

"Er I think I can take my own clothes off, thanks!" I smiled ironically.

"Of course." Percy replied without it occurring to him that he too could do so himself. "It will be about half an hour for Yates to undress my brother and then myself so shall we see you here at ten o'clock?" He said without expecting a reply.

We took candles and headed up the stairs to our rooms. "This is mine." Percy said opening the door on the landing, just before my own.

I went into mine and stripped my shoes, socks, jacket and shirt off. Discarding my trousers I imagined the rather hapless young lordship waiting in his bedroom for his butler to come and undress him. This was a different world! Half an hour to undress, I laughed to myself as I slipped down my undergarments and stood naked, my toes sinking into the thick carpet. In the candlelight I regarded my nakedness and again thought of his lordship still fully dressed waiting for his man-servant. My body was lithe and strong, my thighs were now nicely filled out and my man hung limply in a pleasing bush of brown hairs. I played with the position of the candle until the light cast a shadow onto the wall, clearly showing my man's shadow protruding from my groin.

As the light flickered and danced and the warmth of the candle caressed my hip I felt my man stir and watched the shadow as it rose and grew until it stood proud and horizontal. I looked down admiringly at my seven inches, I had taken a rule to it in the past. With my free hand I pulled back my foreskin and watched my man become another inch longer, my rule had measured an extra inch when my man was fully exposed.

I liked my man. I put down the candle and stepped over to the window, opening the curtains to see the moonlight illuminating the lake. My mind went back to my boarding school days and the midnight larks in the dorm when I had been a boy.

I left the window and found the jug and bowl, washing my face and arms with the flannel. I pressed the cold wetness to my man and wiped myself.

I turned and found my nightgown, pulling it over my head and down my frame. My man was still half erect and I waited for it to subside so that it no longer tented the front. I looked at my pocket watch. Still ten minutes before ten. Percy may still not be out of his day clothes, still waiting for his man!

I picked up the candle and left the bedroom, hearing muffled voices from Percy's room. Yates was undressing him. Did Yates lave him with a flannel too? Did Yates wash Percy's man?

Downstairs in the drawing room an excited Frederick leapt up from the rug in front of the fire and ran over to me. He looked like a cherub in his white nightgown and his smile was angelic.

"Now Matron used to ask us if we'd washed behind our ears?" I said jokingly. And she'd inspect us to make sure we were clean. Frederick skipped away gleefully and jumped onto the armchair as if it was a den from which he couldn't be touched.

"Yates always washes behind my ears" He giggled defiantly. But my mind was filled with the strange image of Yates wiping a flannel over his brother Percy's manhood!

I sat in the other armchair and waited silently while young Freddie watched me. The door opened and I smiled as Percy entered, his white nightgown enrobed in golden flickering candlelight. His bare feet padded over the carpet his bare ankles exposed below his gown, his legs rustling the material as he glided gracefully over to us. No boy at school in our midnight larks had looked so handsome! His hand softly touched and squeezed my shoulder in friendly greeting.

I stood and hoped my man was not protruding inside my gown, for I felt strangely excited.

"Bezique!" Frederick said and we two smiled at each other and knelt down on the rug in front of the log fire to play. We each sat cross-legged and played a wonderful, exciting game.

"Another!" begged Freddie when it was completed and his big brother had won.

"Bed!" Ordered his older brother. He pulled the chord to summon Yates.

"Ooh!" said Freddie in disappointment. "It's not fair!"

"It's late and we will want to talk about big boys' matters now Frederick"

"Oh girls!" Freddie said with an exasperated sigh.

He stood up and with us two sitting below him on the rug, he no longer looked so young. Our nightgowns equalised us in appearance and rising up above us, I appreciated that he was a fine young man, becoming square of shoulder like his brother and showing the potential to soon flower into a strong man. Percy stood to kiss his brother goodnight on his forehead and I saw in comparison that although older, Percy was strangely youthful in face.

I imagined in their twenties that Frederick would be the more manly, with Percy forever the young boyish-looking one. Yates entered the room and Frederick obediently followed him towards the door. "When you have done that Yates, could you come in and put some more logs on the fire?" Percy nodded to the pile of logs to the side of the fire. I wondered why Percy could not just bend down and throw some logs on himself.

"Can't Freddie put himself to bed?" I asked after Yates and Freddie had left, puzzled as to why a sixteen year old would need anyone to help him.

"Who would turn down the bed?" Percy said as if I were an imbecile.

We sat in the armchairs and waited for Yates' return. Eventually he came in and silently bent over picked up two logs and put them onto the glowing embers.

"A third, I think, Yates. We may be up some time."

Silently Yates placed a third log on top of the other two.

"Tell the staff they may retire, there is no need to stay up with us." Percy commanded, as Yates departed.

"Who will turn down your bed?" I said, but Percy didn't notice my playful sarcasm.

"Yates will do so now and put the warming pan in. He will do so with yours as well."

We fell silent in our chairs. "Are we to talk about girls?" I asked.

"Girls!" Percy said in exasperation. "My father is already on full-time look out for a suitable bride for me!"

"Mine says I will never attract a bride until I grow whiskers!" I sighed.

Percy looked at me and snorted with laughter at the ridiculousness of the statement. "Oh I could never marry Archibald Copthorne!" Percy said mimicking a girl's voice. "He has no whiskers!"

We both laughed gleefully. "Anyway" Percy laughed dropping his body off the armchair onto the rug and leaning his back against the front of the seat. "You and I will never grow whiskers for we will be forever boys, forever young!"

I laughed in return and dropped to the rug with our legs forming two V-shapes our feet almost touching.

"No, by big boys' matters, I didn't mean girls, I meant wine!" and he sprung to his feet and padded over the room. He returned with a bottle of white and two glasses. Grinning he settled down on the rug again.

"Don't your parents, sorry your father mind you drinking?" I asked.

"Not really, anyway he is away!" he grinned and started pouring into my held out glass.

"What would your parents say? Would they think I'm leading you astray?" He grinned.

"My father would probably say it might put whiskers on me!" We both spurted gleefully and sipped our wine.

It was bitter and sweet and fruity. "Very nice!" I said.

"It should be, at a hundred pounds a bottle!" he laughed.

I gasped and sipped it again to see if the mouthful was worth several pounds.

"Of course girls are all very well." Percy said sipping his wine like a connoisseur. "And of course I shall have to marry one day and beget an heir, do my duty. But girls lack vigour, don't you think?"

"Well if you never grow up, you'll never need to marry!" I said conclusively, while drinking my wine.

"Exactly!" Percy said leaning over towards me and raising his glass to the idea. "To never growing up!" He said.

We drank to that. And fell silent.

"What do you mean by vigour?" I asked.

"Pardon? Oh yes vigour. Well girls are somewhat delicate, which is not without its charm, but lads have a vigour that is most disarming, don't you think?"

"I'm not sure, why is masculine vigour disarming?" I said, sinking against the armchair and settling into the delicious wine.

"When we were running across the park, did you not feel the joy of our vigour, I'm sure you did!" He nodded.

"Oh well I enjoyed running faster than you. I enjoyed that feeling of power. Is that what you mean?"

"I enjoyed you asserting that power over me, it was disarming." He said as if his case was proven.

We fell silent watching the logs spark and flicker.

"But I also enjoyed the masculine power that you showed, you are a fine runner!" I added thoughtfully.

"Exactly!" He said and poured us each a second glass. I sank against the chair and my right foot touched Percy's left, softly and innocently. Percy sank against his chair and our V-shape meant out toes were now touching plainly for us both to see. We fell silent watching our feet silhouetted against the glowing logs. Idly Percy ran his toes over my feet, watching our innocent caress.

"I think masculinity is more admirable than femininity." Percy sighed.

"I think I know what you mean." I said. My heart was pounding as the conversation went to things that my mind had hardly ever dare think. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was our already intimate friendship, but it felt safe to talk about our innermost feelings.

"When we lay side by side on the grass panting, was it not wonderful to feel the vigour of the other?" He said softly.

"Yes." I simply replied, remembering the touch of his fingers on my face and the lovely touch of mine on his soft skin. It seemed to me that was not vigour. Rather that it was delicate almost feminine in nature. But I said nothing, just looked at our fingers holding our glasses, his strong and firm, mine thinner and delicate. How I yearned for his firm fingers to gently caress my face again. How I wanted to tenderly trace mine over his boyish cheeks!

His toes were stroking the soles of my feet and, in a wine swoon, I luxuriated in our gentle, masculine vigour.

I felt my man stir inside my nightgown and tried to think of something else.

"Lads sporting together is the most wonderful thing, don't you think?" Percy said softly and poured us each another glass, draining the bottle. His toes left mine, but he settled down again and reached out his limbs to touch his left foot to my right again. He raised his right foot forming his knee into a right angle.

I regarded the nightgown caressing his knee, and felt my man grow. I lifted my left knee to hide my excitement inside the folds of my gown. "I'm not sure what you mean? Lads sporting together?" I hesitated trying to remember anything wonderful about the grim sports we'd played at boarding school.

"Lads besting their vigour against each other." Percy said with an almost audible sigh.

"I never liked team games. I liked running and racquets, individual sports were what gave me pleasure." I said and drank the wine down, my head was reeling, my foot was burning against his and my man was hard in my gown.

"And after running, in the showers, where you felt you blood pounding through your body from your exertion and other boys throbbed too." Percy said, seemingly more in memory than in enquiry.

"Our showers were always cold, not too much pounding or throbbing under them!" I laughed.

Percy laughed and gaily finished his glass. "You really are the most wonderful boy, Archie!" He said looking towards me and grinning.

We fell silent again. Percy stirred and moved his right knee forming a tight tent of nightgown from right knee to left thigh. I wondered if his man was hardened like mine was under disguise of my gown.

"Do you find pleasure in seeing lads in vigorous contest, even though you prefer to take part in non-contact sports yourself?" Percy said, turning his empty glass and regarding the effect on the log fire through it.

"I enjoy watching cricket and hockey." I said. "But I've never considered this is because of masculine vigour."

"Yes the effort of masculine sinew against sinew like between a fast bowler and a fine batsman, or between teams of strong hockey players, is most exhilarating." Percy agreed to something I hadn't actually said.

"Surely, it is not an excitement over vigorous contest, rather the intellectual pitting of skill?" I asked.

"To some extent, But I am sure the stimulus of male vigour in contest is an impetus behind one's enjoyment."

I swirled my glass, regarding the fire's image being skewed by it, just as my thoughts were being re-shaped by my friend's unusual theory.

One eye closed to watch the play of his glass on the fiery image, Percy said "I believe male spectators enjoy the setting of male against male and also that the contestants take pleasure in sensing the male life force in competition."

I didn't reply, but played with the image through the glass.

Percy said, "In contact sports like wrestling or boxing the mutual enjoyment of vigour between contestants is plain and the spectators obtain a vicarious pleasure in watching them contest." Percy put his glass on the rug and put his hands to the back of his head while he contemplated the idea of males wrestling and boxing.

I glanced at the strength belied in his arms covered by the long sleeves of his nightgown tightly buttoned at the cuffs. And I began to understand his point.

"At the boxing club where I do my good works in Bermondsey I see the young men enjoying the contact and sweat and pitting their muscles against another lad's. They clearly enjoy responding to the other lad's vigour. Afterwards in the changing room this is seen in the joshing and larking, where the young men besport in various states of undress. One sees the pleasure they take in each other's male vigour." Percy sighed and lolled his head back.

I watched the exposure of his Apple of Adam in his neck and wondered if I could admire any other boy any greater than this.

"Oh." I said.

"Come with me next Thursday, Archie!" Percy said, kneeling forward towards me. "Come and watch the vigorous young men. Plain souls, but mighty in body vigour." Percy dropped his hands and laid his left on my right shoulder. Bolts of energy fired through my body at the unexpected contact.

"Very well." I said putting my left hand up to his hand on my right shoulder. Percy's face was glowing in the firelight. Our hands touched and I felt something of the mutual male vigour that my friend had been describing.

"Time for bed!" Percy said and gracefully stood up reaching for his candle. I hesitated due to the state of my man inside my nightgown. Standing would make my inappropriate excitement evident. "In the morning I shall take you around the estate and you can pick some suitable views for your artwork. Then in the afternoon we can sally forth with your materials and you can paint all afternoon."

Percy turned and I took the opportunity to stand and reach my candle, keeping my back turned from him. I followed him out of the drawing room and up the stairs watching my candlelight play on the rear of his nightgown. His physique took the stairs gracefully and I understood my friend's admiration of male vigour. No girl could match the combination of grace and strength that I saw before my eyes.

Percy turned outside his door to regard my face in the light of the candles. "Goodnight Archie" His voice softly said, so as not to wake the household.

"Goodnight Percy!" I said as we smiled.

In my room I set the candle down on the bedside table and ran my hand down the front of my nightgown forcing my stiff man down, only for it to spring up vigorously.

I felt most odd. Somehow Percy's words had struck a chord in me. I mused upon the sight of Percy's physique and his words about male vigour. It was true that I had a certain fascination for the strength and vitality of males. But I still could not fully understand what Percy was saying.

I fell asleep, thinking on Percy's words about male vitality, with memories of his handsome face. My new friend was the most delightful company.
 
I'm afraid I would not be able to sleep after such an erotic discussion by the fire and under the influence of a good wine. I realize the cautiousness one had to maintain in the unforgiving society of the Victorian era, but I don't think I would have been able to stay myself under those circumstances. The mere touching of bare feet and having no restraint of undergarments would push me over the edge... This is a fine and very well written story, Richard. I wait with anticipation of the next chapter.

Craiger
 
Thanks Craiger.

Yes I am trying to capture the caution of those times. Remember Oscar Wilde had just gone to prison in a blaze of publicity for his sexual inclinations!

Just a reminder, I am not able to release the full "Archie" story on here, just the free bits available in the Kindle Preview that is available on the Amazon site.

There is one more episode I can release on here. Hope you are enjoying the homoeroticism, compared to the usual more explicit sex scenes in gay stories.

There are more raunchy scenes coming up in the free releases from my other stories.

Richard
 
Thanks for the new episode, Richard- I quite like the quiet eroticism here. . .
 
I have written many gay/bisexual stories and would welcome any feedback. This particular story "Archie" is a Victorian Occult fantasy. It is available for the Kindle on Amazon. It is slower-paced than some of my gay novels and details the homoerotic friendship between two young, virgin men in Victorian society, who do not yet realise they are homosexual, but nevertheless develop a strong, intimate, adult friendship.

So this time, don't expect explicit gay fiction, but hopefully you will enjoy the more naive, homoerotic descriptions.

This is the last of the free parts of this novel. The next freebies will be from a more explicit novel.

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Archie Chapter 3 – Glorious Times at Bottlebury

The morning broke warm and sunny. I dressed in my loose shirt and coarse brown trousers, prepared for country walking.

Breakfast was a casual affair. Percy was vivacious and gay. He was dressed in a blousy, loose fitting shirt and tweed trousers. I couldn't fail to notice how they clung to his muscular thighs.

As we left the house promptly at ten of the clock, Frederick came running out of the house calling to us "Let me come with you!"

Percy raised his eyebrows in exasperation. "Let him come!" I said. "He's a nice boy."

"But that's the problem, he's such a child!" Percy said.

"I thought we too were forever boys too!" I said.

"But we are grown boys, he's still such a childish boy!" He whispered, with a laugh, as Frederick drew near.

We both giggled at his foolish words. Freddie jogged up to us, happy to be joining us big boys.

"Don't you have Prep to do, Freddie, before you go back to boarding school?" Percy asked his brother.

"Miss Holmes says I can do it this afternoon, so I can play with you this morning!" Frederick said.

"We are not playing, we are having an adult stroll to help Percy find some suitable views to paint" Percy corrected him.

So off we strolled through the wonderful estate, towards the lake. Soon we were climbing trees and inspecting the reeds by the lake, like three boys on a summer adventure.

Around the far side of the lake there was the most tremendous sight of the Manor across from the lake and framed with magnificent oak trees. "This would do wonderfully as a subject for a fine painting!" I said.

"We will come here directly after luncheon!" Percy declared and ran over to a sturdy oak, jumping up with one hand and athletically ascending into the branches. I ran after him and joyfully joined him in an ascent. High up in the branches we looked through the leaves at the Manor. Percy's breath was strong and hearty, his limbs pressing firmly against the branches. My body was copying his and we smiled in an understanding of the pleasure we gave each other over our physical prowess.

"I can't reach that first branch." Frederick complained from the ground below. His two or three inches less than Percy and I meant the boy could not get a purchase to start an ascent.

Percy raised his eyebrows and whispered "children!" but his smile was pleasant and indulgent.

"We can't leave him out!" I declared and started my descent out of the branches. I could hear Percy's body descending through the branches behind me.

I sat on the final branch that was out of Frederick's reach and contemplated the six feet jump to the ground. Frederick stepped back to clear my fall and I slipped my bottom off the branch and cushioned my knees as my feet hit the ground.

"You're really athletic, Archie" Freddie said admiringly.

"Is it safe to jump?" Percy's voice called down and I looked up to see him sitting on the same branch.

"Certainly, just let yourself slip off and bend your knees Percy" I said, but my friend hesitated.

"I'll help." I said and reached up to clasp his dangling feet. "Just let yourself go and I'll lift you down." I said.

Percy smiled and I wrapped my arms around his calves and clutched his legs to my upper chest. Percy levered his bottom onto the edge of the branch and I held his legs firmly as he slipped off the branch. Strongly and softly I let his body slip through my arms while I clutched him to me, my face perforce snuggling against his strong thighs. My face rubbed up over the crotch of his trousers and over his shirt while I held my friend and felt his body rub down my own, until his feet met the ground and his face met mine.

For a moment we smiled and I held his body, aware that the crotches of our trousers were meeting in friendly contact. "Lift me up, Archie" Frederick's voice piped up and we let each other go.

"Certainly!" I said and turned to young Freddie. I lifted him from behind, launching his body up so his hands could grasp the branch. I steadied his feet, but young Frederick was a strong boy and he easily lifted his body up and cocked a leg over the branch.

"Careful not to spoil your trousers" Percy declared his brotherly concern, as we watched the lad climb the other branches just as we had done.

Clearly the young boy wanted to show we did not best him in skill and strength even if we did in height. Percy watched his brother with pride and admiration for his brother's prowess.

"Come down now Freddie." Percy called up to his disappearing brother. "It's time we returned home for lunch."

"Oh!" said Frederick, in protest, but we watched his feet and legs reappear from out of the branches.

Soon Frederick was sitting on the bottom branch dangling his feet.

Percy stepped forward and clasped his brother and the two siblings embraced intimately as Percy lowered his brother. There was something most charming to watch about Percy's care with his brother, to see Percy's strength and support and Frederick's perfect trust and carefree slide down the front of his brother's body.

The two embraced as his feet touched the earth just as Percy and I had embraced.

"Thanks Percy!" Frederick said. He clearly saw his older brother as his hero. Percy ruffled his brother's head affectionately and the brothers parted.

"Archie! Isn't the view up there fantastic!" Freddie said as he came over to me, clearly proud that he'd equalled our climbing technique.

Gaily, the three of us set off to make our way around the lake and back to the Manor.
 
I cheated on you Richard......I purchased the book for my Kindle and am now on chapter 6. I love this story with mixed emotions. I fear for the boys due to the draconian English society of the time, but am extremely intrigued with the romance. I would hope that those that are reading this, whether posting or not, would consider the Kindle version of "Archie." It is very well worth it. Thanks, Richard, and I look forward to more of your writing.

Craiger
 
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