Servicing Larry - Part 3

MICK'S TALES
SERVICING LARRY - Part 3

"I don't think of my sister that way, but she is nearly as good looking as me, I must admit." I laughed a dirty laugh, knowing Larry's mind was full of his sexual thoughts about his wedding night. I had him just where I wanted him, his sexual libido would be up now. "But she doesn't have this between her legs!" I reached over and grabbed his right wrist in my right hand and plonked his hand over the bulge in my pouch.

"God!" Larry gasped and tried to pull his hand away, but my fingers held his wrist in a firm grip.

"Jesus!" You have a big one!" Larry gasped, his fingers feeling the length of my soft inches. As usual with so many men, Larry was intrigued by my dimensions and taken flat-footed by my outrageous behaviour.

"It will get a lot bigger than that if you carry on fondling it like that!" I laughed and let his wrist go, squirming my body merrily against his.

"Sorry!" he whipped his hand away.

"It's OK, men are always impressed by my size." I squeezed his shoulder in case he was about to leap out of the tight bed.

"Women too, I expect! How big is it?" Larry's body was frozen rigid.

"Four inches when soft and nine or ten when hard." I said modestly.

"Jesus!"

"How about yours?" I whispered, rolling onto my side, his hand and arm sliding around my waist and his fingers touching my smooth belly, just inches away from my pouch. His arm was trapped by my weight, my filing pouch pressed against his hip. My fingers made a lunge for his unclothed cock.

"Stop it!" Larry said. "Jesus!" he gasped when my fingers felt him.

"Better give you an inspection, make sure it is fit for service tomorrow! I laughed.

"Stop it Mick!"

But my left hand clasped his left shoulder and my right fingered his marital equipment. It was modest, compared to mine and soft and unresponsive.

"Better give it a full service, a full tune up!" I said to the car mechanic and pushed back the cover to dip my head onto his soft marital gear."

"Stop!" he gasped.

"No!" he groaned.

"Holy shit!" he moaned and his soft cock entered my warm mouth.

His hands went to the back of my head as if to pull me off in one last attempt to be a decent brother-in-law. But his gasps told me he was mine for tonight and his hands stroked the back of my head encouraging me to give him a full pre-marital servicing.

His cock responded to my expert sucking and tonguing and it grew in my mouth. He wasn't the biggest bridegroom in the world, but his eager firmness and sweet taste were delightful.

I pulled his erection out of my mouth and inspected it with my eyes up close. His foreskin was glistening with my saliva and my spit dribbled down his hard shaft. "She'll love this!" I cooed and with my fingers and thumb, I slid his foreskin down to reveal the groom's eager, dripping helmet. I licked the sweet pre-cum around his exposed head, before swallowing his shaft again. My tongue played over his velvety bridegroom helmet.

"I never knew, it would feel like this!" Larry enthusiastically rubbed the back of my head.

I slipped his hard six inches out of my mouth and held it aloft above his belly. "It needs a little tuning, sir." I said pretending to be a car mechanic. "But it is roadworthy. Although it could do with a full road test!"

Larry lay back against the wall, lost in erotic thoughts of his wedding night fuck.

"Has nobody ever sucked you?" I said, wagging his weighty penis.

"No."

"Lots of women don't like to. I don't think they really like penises, not like a man likes his cock. It takes a man to know what a man likes." I cooed and swallowed his shaft again to moans from my groom.

"I've never, you know, gone all the way." Larry confessed.

"A virgin groom! How cute!" I laughed and went back to giving him a suck he would never forget.

I let his cock drop out of my mouth and it lolled down up his belly. "Maybe you should have a test drive, you know a practice fuck, make sure everything works!" I winked.

"Are you a queer boy?" Larry said, slowly working things out through his alcohol fuzziness.

"Boys and girls, it's all sex!" I said. "You can have a practice fuck on me."

"It would never fit!" Larry said.

"You're not such a big man, you know!" I replied playfully. "If you can keep it hard, it will fit well enough."

"I'm not sure. I'm not into fellers." Larry said.

"You've not been into anyone!" I laughed over his virginity. "Let's see if you are ready for your nuptials." I led him off the bed and knelt myself on the edge of it, with my knees tucked up and my bottom raised. I spat on my fingers and rubbed my entrance. "Wank yourself to full hardness and go for it!" I said.

I heard Larry's hand work his shaft and then he touched his wet slit to my widened crack. "Go for it, buddy!" I encouraged him and relaxed. I felt his shaft, supported at the base by his fingers, tickle my boy-fanny. "Fuck me!" I said and Larry pushed. He slid easily into my practised hole.

"Fucking hell!" Larry gasped as his hard shaft was gripped by my tight anus.

"That's it big-boy!" I encouraged him. "Feed that hard meat into me, give me everything. Fuck me!"

Larry slid in, the months of anticipation made him hard and eager for his first fuck. His hands fumbled over my smooth buttocks, flesh was flesh and he fondled mine like an enthusiastic bridegroom.

"Position two!" I gasped and withdrew my anus from his prick. I rolled over onto my back and lifted my ankles onto his shoulders. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!" I begged and Larry slid in. His bridegroom rocking motion fired lust through me and my own cock responded, rolling wetly over my belly. It was enormously erotic to be being fucked by my straight, soon-to-be brother-in law!

My hands played with my cock, stroking and fingering while he watched and screwed me. "You are one hot little boy! Your hole is so tight and wet!" Larry gasped through gritted teeth while his eyes explored my smooth flesh and muscles and he watched me wank myself off. "Your cock is beautiful!" He sighed as he enjoyed his first fuck. Like so many straight men, he was aroused my smooth-boy looks and my large penis.

I knew what he would like, so I let myself go, lost in the erotic, pseudo, marital coupling. Lust soared up from deep inside where his cock-head tickled my spot and I came in fantastic spasms of lusty, creamy spunk.

"God!" Larry gasped as his cock was rippled over by my orgasm and he fired his eager, hot, bridegroom spunk deep inside me, bathing my insides with his globs of jism.

The groom soon withdrew. He collapsed on the bed. "I'm not like that." He panted.

"I know." I stroked his glistening chest hair.

"Nobody must ever know." He said.

"Nobody but you and me." I agreed and the groom fell asleep to dream contentedly.

The marriage went ahead and Larry and my sister settled down, but about once a year Larry hooked up with me for the male sex he always said he wasn't into.

Servicing Larry - Part 2

MICK'S TALES
SERVICING LARRY - Part 2

"You ready for the big day tomorrow?" I grinned at his face, just inches from mine. "Bet you never expected to be in bed with the bride's brother tonight!" I laughed and playfully stroked my fingers over his left bicep, as if to mimic sexual foreplay.

Larry laughed "And I bet you never expected to be in bed with the groom!" He slid his left arm under my waist as if to copy my mock foreplay.

"You and my sister done it?" I said with a naughty, conspiratorial laugh.

"No! Cheeky boy!" Larry laughed. "We are waiting for the big night."

"You mean she is. I bet you have been hardly able to contain yourself." I laughed and nestled the side of my forehead on his firm shoulder.

"A boy your age shouldn't think about such things!" He laughed.

"I'm plenty old enough, I can assure you." I said merrily. "I bet you have been wanking off to thoughts of tomorrow, for weeks!"

"Mick, you are outrageous!" he laughed.

"Thinking about her body, her breasts, her fanny!" I laughed and pressed my thigh against his in masturbatory conspiracy. "Hard to wait!" I said, emphasising the word "hard".

"Naughty boy!" Larry playfully tapped the left side of my waist.

"Breasts are great!" I said truthfully enough. Straight sex wasn't my first choice, but I admit pressing my smooth chest to a soft pair of mammaries was erotic.

"Mmm" Larry agreed, no doubt thinking of my sister.

"Seen hers yet?"

"No." he replied.

"Bet you've masturbated yourself off thinking about them plenty!" I giggled.

"Naughty boy!"

"And imagined pushing your erection up her juicy fanny!" I said.

"You are outrageous!" Larry sighed, lost in his erotic thoughts of tomorrow's virgin night.

"She sighs as you fill her manfully!" I leered and his eyes made contact with mine. I recognised the look of a man out of control of his sexual lust.

I squirmed my thigh alongside his to signal that I was aroused too. "Guys always fantasise, there's nothing wrong with that."

"I've held off, you know, from wanking for two weeks." Larry confessed. So that I can be at peak performance for tomorrow night."

"Poor sod!" I said. "If I don't have sex for a day, I always wank off." I admitted. "Last sex I had was yesterday." I winked at Larry, indicating I was up for a wank  or sex tonight. "I can't imagine going for two weeks without an orgasm."

"It's hard." Larry admitted.

"I bet it is!" I nodded my head towards his marital equipment under the covers.

Larry laughed at my outrageous words. "Some of us can control ourselves!" he said with a smug, dimpled smile.

(Part 3 to follow)

Another FREE story - Servicing Larry - Part 1

This is part 1 of a FREE chapter from my upcoming novel called "Mick's Tales"

Parts 2 & 3 of "Servicing Larry" will follow in the next couple of days and will be a complete free story in itself.

The original, published story about Mick is already released for the Kindle: Mick - Fifty Shades of Gay

The new upcoming novel will be a series of stories Mick tells about his sexual encounters with men.

I have already released another free episode of "Mick's Tales" on my Blog, called "Any Man"

Mick's Tales

Servicing Larry - Part 1

I'd never taken much notice of my sister's boyfriends; I was too busy chasing men and boys myself! I was eighteen when she married in the early nineteen-seventies and I was enjoying the sexual liberation of the times. Mind you being bisexual still required a fair degree of discretion back then. Boys and girls screwing around was accepted amongst that peer group, but frowned on by the older generation. But boys with boys or men with men was still only recently legal in England, and society did not accept flagrant displays of homosexuality.

Anyway, on with this wedding. My separated parents hired a plush hotel for the wedding and reception and were doing their best to remain civil with each other, for the sake of their only daughter.

"But we booked enough rooms for all the guests!" My father protested to the glib receptionist, when it was discovered we were a room short.

"We are completely booked up, sir." She smiled unapologetically. She flicked a flake of errant hair off her forehead onto her perfectly formed beehive hair-style. "We assumed the, er, bride and groom would be in the bridal suite for all of the stay."

There was an unspoken, silent "tut" from my mother who did not approve of cohabitation before marriage. My father had told me how she had been before their own marriage and pretty much how she had been afterwards. Sex, to my mother was a marital chore that had to be endured as infrequently as possible.

My Dad raised his eyebrows towards me in exasperation. A silence fell upon us as if the receptionist was expecting us to agree to the bridal couple sharing the bridal bed before the bridal ceremony the next day.

I looked at the groom-to-be, Larry. I reckoned he would readily enough accept being forced into the bridal bed a day early. He was twenty-one and handsome enough in a heterosexual sort of a way. I judged he would have his way with my sister tonight, if he could. Had they already done it? Who could tell? My sister was somewhat like my mother, so maybe she had held out against Larry's advances, up to now.

"Mick," my Dad said, "You'll have to share with Larry, just for tonight."

If I had been any other sort of bride's brother, I would have objected, saying there were plenty of other guests that the groom could share with. An eighteen-year old boy needs his privacy, after all! But I wasn't any other sort of boy. Instantly I regarded the prospective groom in a new light. He was five feet eleven, with particularly strong, square shoulders. His brown hair was neatly groomed, his chin showed a manly fair shadow and his chest filled his suit well. Of course, I had to glance down the front of his trousers, but his bridal package was well hidden. Instantly I was excited at the prospect of seeing what he had before my sister did and I was experienced enough to know in what way men get easily sexually aroused. I supposed, Larry, being just a day away from sexual consummation would be particularly sexually excitable.

Not that I had anything against my sister, we had a pretty neutral sort of relationship, but I confess that I had no scruples about making a pass at her husband-to-be. The last few years had taught me that straight men were some of the most exciting challenges and that my fair, smooth good-looks interested some men who had never been sexually interested in males before.

My soft, tight velvet flares offered little resistance to the expansion inside my Jockeys.

Again there was a moment's silence as we all thought about the bedroom share. But the smiling, impassive receptionist offered us no alternative.

Larry kissed my sister affectionately on the forehead and the three porters stepped forward to take our bags. The most senior one took my mother's and sister's bags. My mother had the room next to the bridal suite. I glanced at Larry and wondered if he would be able to be quiet enough tomorrow night, so that my mother did not hear her daughter being taken.

A young porter took my Dad's case and I noticed my Dad regarding his rear as he bent over, Knowing my Dad as I did, I wondered if he would have fun with the porter later tonight. Larry and I got the most junior porter, a young-looking kid, who smiled at me. If Larry wouldn't play tonight, I was clearly on a promise from the boy who looked my age and of my inclination.

Up in the single room, Larry looked at the single bed. "I'll be all right on the floor." He nodded.

The porter smiled at me, knowingly, "It's quite a large bed and there is an en-suite bathroom" he opened the door to the shower and toilet. "There's everything you need for a comfortable night" he winked at me without Larry seeing and I smiled back, pressing a tip into his hand.

"I'll ring for room service at midnight, if I don't get lucky and we can go to your room!" I whispered into his ear, noticing he smelt pleasantly of the popular male fragrance "Brut". We exchanged knowing smiles and the boy departed. Tonight would be fun, whatever happened.

Alone with him, Larry he looked uncomfortable. Clearly this wedding was not going to his anticipated script. "Do you want to shower first or shall I?" I said as casually as possible. But alone in a bedroom with the sexually charged bridegroom was exciting and I had to fight back any outward signs of lust towards him.

"You first." Larry said, trying to sound at ease. "It's your room really."

I unzipped my suitcase and took out my briefs, flicking each one extravagantly, showing Larry my sexy range of blue, red, and yellow Jockeys and briefs. There was something thrilling about displaying such personal things to my brother-in-law to be. I quickly unpacked my shorts, T-shirts  and wedding suit, using two of the three drawers and half the wardrobe.

Larry hung around haplessly lost and I shrugged off my shirt and trousers. Flicking off my socks I noticed Larry clocking the front of my red jockeys. Men just can't help themselves, They just have to sneak a peek!

I turned around and slipped my jockeys off, allowing Larry to take a look at my bare backside, if he wanted to. Also, this had the advantage of hiding my semi-erection from him. Stripping off in front of a heterosexual is one of the most thrilling things!

I headed for the en-suite bathroom and showered the day's journey off my body. I hoped Larry would pluck up courage and strip off to enter the bathroom to wait his turn to get under the shower. But I had no such luck. I washed myself and pulled back my foreskin to wash my helmet, still hoping for some action later. I fingered some soap up my rectum, well a boy can hope can't he?

My erection was more or less full and nine inches of stiff muscle bounced about under the shower. If Larry came in now, what would he make of my glistening, smooth flesh and hard shaft? But Larry didn't come in.

I dried myself off with one of the two large bath towels and wondered if I should have rinsed my cock under some cold water to deflate it. However I dried off and wrapped the wet towel around my waist, leaving the other dry towel for Larry.

The weight of the moisture in the towel helped to push my cock down to a more modest forty-five degree angle and hoping it just looked like a manly boy-bulge, not wanting to scare Larry off too soon, I stepped out of the bathroom.

Larry was still standing against the chest of drawers, looking like a spare part, out of place in the room of his young brother-in-law to be. I caught an inadvertent look at the front of my towel. I knew well from changing rooms at swimming baths and gyms that straight guys can't help but look and I also knew that, despite their heterosexuality, men felt intrigued by a boy like me displaying a bulge. Maybe it was my smooth, golden skin, almost hairless except for in the obvious spots, maybe it was my young muscles that they admired, or the size of my cock, but straight men always checked me out and I knew from experience that many could be persuaded by my looks to swing.

So Larry furtively checking the front of my towel out was nothing new to me and I felt the thrill of the chase stirring in my belly, causing my cock to stiffen. "Put your stuff in the bottom drawer and there's another towel in the bathroom." I said casually smiling, trying to put the nervous groom at his ease.

I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall behind the bed-head and crossing my legs at my knees to hide my hard-on.

Larry unpacked, saying "I can leave some of my clothes in my suitcase to make moving rooms tomorrow easier." His words made both of us remember the forthcoming nuptials. "Excited about tomorrow?" I said.

"Yes." Larry blushed, rather attractively. He was clearly embarrassed over me thinking about what he was going to do to my sister in a little over twenty-four hours. If only he knew what I was hoping he would do to me before that!

He turned his back and took off his shirt. His back was broad and his shoulders were strong. I shivered inside at the sexy sight and my cock flicked inadvertently. Larry turned around and I suggested we used a carrier bag for our dirty laundry. He had a delightful patch of fair hair in the centre of his chest and his nipples were strikingly pink against his pale flesh. How I wanted to run my fingers through his chest hair and tweak his nipples!

He turned around again and shyly took his trousers off. He wore slack boxer-style shorts and I hoped he would have something sexier tomorrow night for his nuptials. His backside looked firm and eminently fuckable. His legs were dusted with fine, fair hairs. He was all man!

He slipped his shorts off and his buttocks were pale and smooth. He turned around, holding his undershorts modestly in front of himself. His stomach was flat and peppered with hair below his belly-button. He quickly headed for the shower, muttering his thanks for letting him share my room.

I lay back against the wall and dreamed of tonight's action.

I must have dozed off. When I awoke, Larry was dressed in a casual short-sleeved short and flannels. I'd missed getting a peak at the front of his towel!

I got up, the sleep having relaxed my penis to a soft four inches, judging by the feel of it under the towel. Well I wasn't going to display all my wares to Larry at this stage, so I managed to dress without showing him anything except my bare bum.

Down in the hotel bar for six-thirty Dad and the other male wedding guests cheered Larry's arrival with me. We were plied with drinks. Myself being eighteen and legally able to drink alcohol, my Dad bought me a pint of beer with an indulgent smile.

I sat next to my Dad while Larry teamed up with his mates. Compared to his friends, Larry was quite handsome and his short-sleeved shirt showed off his muscular forearms that were dusted with pale hairs like his legs. I noticed that when he smiled his cheeks dimpled rather attractively.

"He's out of bounds!" My Dad whispered. "He's spoken for." My Dad knew me well and was regretting suggesting that Larry shared with me tonight.

"It's OK Dad, I'm on a promise, tonight with the porter." I smiled.

Dad just tutted at my promiscuity. Secretly, I think he envied me for the fun I was having. Fun that he regretted missing out on, himself, when he was my age.

"How's Justin?" I said with a wink, knowing that the gym teacher and Dad were male lovers.

"He's fine." Dad said cautiously, not wanting the other male relatives and friends to hear about his personal life. "He'll be along tomorrow, he's teaching today."

"Don't you ever get jealous of him mixing with all those handsome young men in their skimpy gym clothes?" I leered suggestively.

"No. It's called trust and respect, Mick." Dad said reproachfully. "Not everybody is like you, son!"

The drinking session wore on and by nine o'clock, Larry was on the drunk side of merry. Physically relaxed from the alcohol, Larry was becoming more vivacious and attractive by the minute.

"Better call it a night Larry," Dad said. "Big day tomorrow."

The friends groaned, but knew they could keep on drinking the night away, while the groom got his beauty sleep.

"I better go with him and sort out who is sleeping on the floor." I said and Dad gave me a searching look.

"Never mind!" One of his mates said. Tomorrow you'll be in that nice soft bed with your new bride!" He winked suggestively and Larry raised a thumb in positive agreement with him.

The friends giggled and looked embarrassed towards my Dad, the father of the soon-to-be deflowered bride.

I put my arm around the back of Larry's shoulders and supported his stagger out of the bar. In the lift, alone with the testosterone-fuelled groom, I felt a rush of desire for him. Larry put a grateful hand around the back of my neck, "Thanks Mick!"

I put my hands around his waist to support him as his masculine frame lurched towards my body, when the lift stopped at our floor. "I'll take the floor." His eyes swayed in front of my face.

"We'll see." I said as the lift doors opened.

Inside the single room, which seemed smaller now that it housed our loosened up, alcohol-fuelled bodies. "I'll just take a quick shower." I said and stripped off my shirt and trousers.

"You'll be married, yourself, soon enough." Larry leered and looked my body up and down, a skimpy pair of canary-yellow briefs the only thing hiding my vital bits and bobs. "Bet a looker like you has to fight the girls off!" Larry nodded assertively.

"I have my moments." I laughed and turned around, shrugging off my tight briefs. Behind me Larry was laughing the exaggerated merriment of the almost drunken man.

I quickly showered, not wanting to waste a moment in case Larry passed out from the drink. But I took plenty of time to finger and rinse my anus.

Outside, with a towel covering me, Larry was leaning against the chest of drawers, looking vacant. "Let's get you showered and we can share the bed, so long as we have underpants on." I said.

Larry let me undo the buttons of his shirt, hardly able to do it himself. "Tomorrow, it will be my sister doing this!" I whispered in a husky, sexy voice.

"Yeah!" Larry sighed and let me slide his shirt off his powerful shoulders. He was in good shape, I supposed it was his job as a car mechanic that gave him his muscles.

"And this!" I giggled as my fingers undid the restraining button at the top of his trousers.

"Mmm!" Larry sighed, eyes half closed in an inebriated reverie of the marital night.

I slid his zip down over his lump and helped the groom step out of his trousers. "Get your underpants off and take a shower." I said, wishing I could do both things for him. But even in his half-drunk state I judged it best not to push things too quickly.

While I hung his trousers up in the wardrobe, Larry shushed his underpants down his legs and headed into the bathroom. I flung his underpants into the laundry bag and picked the skimpiest briefs to put on that I could find in my drawer. They were black and little more than a posing pouch. The thin strap at the back slid between my buttocks and I arranged my slightly enlarged cock in the pouch, looking at myself in the mirror. My five inches of soft cock made a good reflection.

I slipped into the bed, sitting up against the wall, with the covers down around my waist and awaited the return of my groom.

Larry didn't take long in the shower and he swayed out of the bathroom, stark naked. His modest penis hung against his testicles, not looking much like an eager groom! He looked around the room hazily, "Can't remember where my clean underpants are."

"Doesn't matter. I've seen plenty of naked men in my time. Hop in as you are." I casually said lifting the bedcover back against my left hip.

"I'll try to not get in your way." He said stepping towards the bed.

I patted the sheet-covered mattress and invited the groom into the bed. "Don't worry about it." I smiled.

Larry smiled back nervously. He was drunk but not so drunk as to be unaware of the intimate situation.

The bed sighed and accepted his weight. His hip slid down against my waist and hip and he said "Sorry" about the contact, trying to slide his skin away from mine while also trying to get his right leg up onto the bed and under the cover.

"Don't worry about it; we're almost family, after all." I smiled and Larry smiled his dimples nervously back. He sat against the wall and his shoulder and bicep pressed to mine. "You in OK?" I said, lifting my arm over his head and resting it in the back of his neck, with my hand supporting his left bicep to keep him lodged in the bed, up tight next to me.

We sat side by side, arm against arm, hip against him and thigh against thigh. "When you are ready to sleep, we can slide down under the cover." I said. But for now, sleep was far from being top of my agenda.

(Parts 2 & 3 will be put on here over the next few days.)

Another FREE story - Any Man

This is a free story from "Mick's Tales", which will eventually be published as a full novel, but for now, enjoy this free excerpt!

Any Man

I believe any man can be seduced by a male. I know you won't believe me, but here is an example of how this happened.

I was working as a delivery boy for the local Chinese takeaway. I had a delivery to a flat above a shop and had delivered there before for the owner of the shop, so was expecting him to take delivery, although when I got there in the early evening the shop was still open.

I went around the back to the metal stairway that led to the flat and knocked on the door. I was surprised when the door was opened by a young boy, well he was over eighteen, but young. He wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that was loose around the neck with a plunging neckline that showed a lovely bronzed upper chest. His hair was dark and his face was smooth as a boy's.

Instantly I was attracted and wanted him. "Can I just come in and check you have got the right food?" I said, knowing that the takeaway service rarely made any mistake, but it was a good excuse to get inside with the Adonis of a boy.

"Sure." He said in a pleasingly deep voice for his rather small frame. I stepped in to the tiny flat, which clearly had a sitting room, a bathroom and just one bedroom.

I was intrigued as to why he was here, if he lived here with the shopkeeper and what the sleeping arrangements were! "I was expecting the food to be for the shopkeeper." I said.

"George is working in the shop for two more hours, I fancied a Chinese for myself and he said your food was good." The boy said.

"Do you live with him?" I boldly asked, glancing at his tight trousers which showed a pleasing bulge.

"He's putting me up, my parents threw me out." He said, smiling to himself. "Too much womanising, sent my Dad crazy! I think he is jealous of me!"

"Well you are certainly a good-looking boy, I expect you get plenty of interest from the girls." I winked, suggesting that my own fair looks got me plenty of action, which was true, just not necessarily heterosexual action.

"I think George fancies me, but he hasn't tried anything on, I don't swing that way. But he has been kind."

I busied myself checking the trays of food matched his order, but casually said, "Got a separate room to keep temptation away from him?" I laughed and was shocked with how easily the conversation had become intimate. He clearly saw me as another lad who knew the ways of the world.

"No, just his double bed, but I keep my underclothes on and keep well over my side of the bed. I think he whacks off in the bathroom." He laughed.

"I bet he does. A handsome chap like you must be very tempting, if a guy is that way inclined." I grinned and looked him up and down. "Do you think you will give way to his advances, eventually?"

"No chance! I like girls too much and don't go short." He winked.

"I bet you don't, but I think any male will swing if he is, you know, touched."

"Not me!" he asserted his heterosexuality in a charming fashion.

I was twenty-three at the time and in my prime. I knew from experience that any male can get turned on by what I could do. I stepped up to him and his eyes looked me up and down, with a slight touch of apprehension. I went right up to him, with his back to the wall that separated the sitting room from the bedroom. I put my hand to the front of his trousers and instantly moved my face in towards his exposed neck.

"What are you doing?" He asked, shocked, putting his head back against the wall so it stayed a few inches from mine. But my hand stayed on his bulge and I fingered it.

"Showing you how much you can enjoy a touch from a man." I said boldly.

"Not me!" he said, trying to dodge to his left. My right hand pressed to the wall to stop his escape and my firm left hand on his tackle held him stationary.

"See, your cock likes being touched." I said, noticing his bulge getting firmer under my left-hand fingers. I pressed and stroked, feeling his prick rise up against the front of his left hip.

"Er…" He said, I interrupted him by putting my right hand on his shoulder and put my lips to the exposed nape of his neck. His skin tasted fresh and smelled delicious. "I'm not sure.." He gasped as my lips sucked on his flesh.

I let his hard cock go and skilfully undid the waist button of his trousers and slid his zip down. He gasped as my fingers slid inside the gap and stroked his erection through his underpants. "See you like it!" I took my mouth off his neck and looked into his eyes that were fluttering at my strokes on his cock.

"You like having your cock stroked, don't you?" I whispered.

"Yes." He sighed.

I was tempted to kiss his soft, cute lips, but knew there was something he would respond better to. I ran my right hand down his chest, feeling his firm body inside his T-shirt. I quickly fell to my knees and ripped his trousers down off his bum.

"Oh!" He gasped as my warm breath whispered over his cock that filled his small blue briefs. I ripped them off and his freed prick bobbed before my eyes, a mighty eight inches of prime youth that would pleasure any girl. I put my left thumb and finger around this thick base, tickling his dark bush. I admired his length. "Nice one!" I said, before opening my lips and sliding them wetly over his foreskin which tightly protected his head.

"My god!" he sighed. My right hand reached behind and stroked his firm, smooth buttocks while my mouth took in six or more of his inches. "Jesus!" He grunted, his hands pressing the back of my head to encourage me.

My head bobbed up and down and his buttocks thrust under my hand. He was panting and unable to hold back. His bum went motionless and his cock flooded my mouth with his spunk. Now he pumped under my hand furiously and gasped and swore as his orgasm overwhelmed him.

At last he stopped and I sucked the last drops of him.

I stood up and he pulled up his briefs and trousers and he ran his fingers through his hair with a shocked expression.

I stood up and said. "See, I told you. Next time you order, I'll get you to suck me." I winked.

"Never!" He asserted his heterosexuality.

I headed for the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth.

"Whatever," I said. "I'll suck you off whenever you order a meal." I grinned. "Tomorrow?"

"Maybe." He nodded and tried to smile through his nervousness.

"Doesn't mean you are gay." I said, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Just that you are a man." I winked.

Close Friends - A Homoerotic Friendship Between Two Straight Men

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Close Friends - A homoerotic friendship between two straight men

"Close Friends" is something of a departure for me from my usual style. It is a slow build-up of a friendship between two married men who admire each other physically and are emotionally close.

Don and Brian, who married young and were inexperienced, become instant close friends. The story explores contradictions in their thoughts as they come to terms with the closeness of their friendship and the different difficulties in their marriages. It deals intimately with a married man's sex life and the lack of satisfaction they ultimately each get.

This story is set in England in the early nineteen-sixties when attitudes to sex were very different from those of today.

Both men are anti-homosexual in their attitudes, nevertheless the heat slowly turns up in their homoerotic attraction both for themselves and for each other. They start off with a profound emotional friendship combined with an admiration of their own and each other's male physiques.

The straight friends become more physical in their shared love of sport, their friendly hugs and their embraces. This novel has elements of straight friendship, narcissistic love, male romance, locker room tales and lots of male nudity. Can married men be close friends without becoming gay friends?

"I doubt a man could love another man more than we do, apart from perverts, of course, but that's not real love is it?"

Their increasingly closer relationship and more physical friendship makes no sense to either of them, being fiercely heterosexual.

Eventually, having both been repulsed by the sexual attraction between them, as men, that they feel, they decide upon a wife swap to spice up their sex lives. The wife swapping has unexpected repercussions.

Will the inhibitions of the times prevent their narcissism and admiration of each other developing into a gay friendship?

"Close Friends" is replete with admiration for male muscles and homoerotic scenes. If you are looking for more blatant gay sexual scenes, then one of my other novels might suit you better. But if you like a slow, sensual, erotic arousal, then read "Close Friends" and see how it all ends up.

I hope you enjoy reading the story!

Robin's Merrie Men

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Robin's Merrie Men - A Bold Adventure

This is Robin Hood and his Merrie Men as you have never seen them before!

Two lusty, young, eighteen-year old boys set of on an adventure to join Robin Hood and his Merrie Men, in their fight against the evil Sheriff of Nottingham.

This gay sex adventure features the homoerotic love between two young men, who discover their sexuality during their adventures in Sherwood Forest. The narrative teems with sexy gay men, while our young heroes search for Robin Hood.

First, Will and Dick come across the Friar called Tuck who gives them a place to sleep for the night and protection from the Sheriff's men. But the monk is not entirely holy and the two young men are anointed in a most surprising way!

Next, they meet the giant Little John and the young lads learn the meaning of to be "Merrie"! Now more intimate together than ever, they leave the cruel Little John and continue their quest to find Robin Hood.

Soon they meet the flamboyant minstrel, Alan A-Dale and Much the Miller's Son. The two young men become very Merrie with the effete minstrel and the vigorously manly son of a Miller!

Will Scarlet is the next of the Merrie Men to teach the lads the skills needed to become Robin's men. Will is a twelfth century "New Age" thinker. He is either long before his time, or a throw-back to the Pagan days. He teaches the eager boys about the vital energy of all living things. Under Will Scarlet's instruction Dick and Will learn the mystical meaning of sex.

Finally, at last, the lads meet Robin Hood, who is a hearty but mysterious fellow. Robin is a nobleman who has become a man of the woods and who is betrothed to the enigmatic Maid Marian.

Accepted at last into the band of Merrie Men, Dick and Will's adventures and trials are described in this frank, fast moving and somewhat outrageous piece of gay pornography.

"Some men, some my own kin, have succumbed to the devil's temptations." Robin's deep, regal voice said. "But right always triumphs in the end, these dark days shall pass, God's true will, once again, shall rule and fair Albion will become God's heaven on earth as it was always destined to be!" Robin said, almost singing to the trees, and the creatures of the forest. The birds and the wind in the leaves whistled and sang a chorus of glory to God! 

I hope you enjoy reading the story!

Rub It Part 3

RUB IT - Part 3 of 3

"Pardon?" Bob said turning towards me.

"What you have done for me was fantastic, I'd like to return the favour."

Bob laughed, his tummy vibrating.  His bulge had not altered. I found it impossible to believe that even a straight man doesn't get turned on by such intimate contact.

I nodded down at his shorts. "I can rub it and suck you if you want." He hadn't reacted or rejected my advances so far. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

"But I'm not into guys." He laughed and stroked the palm of his hand across his chest and over his nipple.

"So close your eyes and pretend I'm a girl." I smiled.

"That's weird!" he said bending his elbows and stretching his arms backwards.

My cock was bobbing up and down straight out, pointing straight at his bulge. I was anything but a girl.

"I don't have to do anything to you?" Bob said, lifting his hand and stretching his fingers either side of his chin, while considering it.

"Nothing. So do you want a blow job?"

"I don't mind." Bob said.

I fell to my knees and stroked the front of his shorts. Fingers up to the waistband and down I pulled his shorts. His cock was soft, but thick, full of potential and not far from being excited.

His hand went to the top of my head, encouraging me. I looked up his magnificent, muscular torso and his eyes were closed, imaging, no doubt, that some lovely woman was keeling before him.

I put my left hand on his sweaty left thigh and the fingers of my right hand encircled his thick softness. Bob sighed and his cock hardened inside my encircling fingers.

It rapidly hardened like a flag-pole. Encircled around it, my thumb and forefinger just managed to touch together. He was a magnificent man. "Suck it!" His deep voice croaked.

I touched the tip of my tongue to the slit peeking out of his foreskin. "Yes!" he sighed. I slid back his foreskin and his massive, red-flushed knob  became exposed.

I gently licked my tongue around his revealed glans. He tasted sweet and smelled musky. I drew his cock into my mouth and Bob gasped, his hands rubbing my hair willing me to bring him off quickly.

I grabbed a nearby towel and threw it between my knees and wanked myself back to full hardness, while I sucked and swallowed as much as I could.

"Fuck!" Bob gasped and I took six inches of him into my mouth. The thumb and fingers of my left hand wrapped around the remaining base of his stiff dick. My other fingers ran through his crinkly dark pubes.

I bobbed my head backwards and forwards up and down his wonderful cock. His pre-cum tasted salty. I moved my left hand around to his bum cheeks and pressed and kneaded while his pelvis thrust backwards and forwards, fucking my mouth like a stallion.

I was on the brink, my own cock sliding through my left hand as my own bum rocked, causing my head to bob even more ferociously on his thrusting cock.

"Yesssss!" He rasped and his cock filled my mouth with copious hot spunk. I fired my own massive load onto the towel and moaned on his dick and swallowed as best I could.

Eventually we stopped bucking and spunking. His softening, wet cock slipped out of my mouth and he slid his foreskin back over his flushed knob.

Wordlessly we tidied up my spunk drenched towel and Bob offered me a bottle of water to rinse his sperm down my throat.

I knew he would never let me suck him again. The moment of erotic intimacy was gone.

Silently we dressed back into our sports gear. And he led me back down the stairs, dropping the used towels into the wicker bin.

I headed off to the shower and changing room while he headed for the staff changing room

RUB IT - Part 2

RUB IT - Part 2 of 3

I used my elbow to heave myself over, which wasn't easy on the narrow table. I jerked onto my back and my cock slapped noisily against my belly, just as Bob turned back to me. "Sorry!" I said, regretting, as I lay my head back, that I hadn't had chance to check out the status of the front of his shorts.

"It's all right" he chuckled. "It usually happens, don't worry." His hands hissed and squeaked as the new oil was spread about by stroking them together.

I felt a wet trickle of my own lubrication kiss my belly and I carelessly stroked my hand and darted it away when it met a substantial layer of pre-cum on my belly. I put my hands to my side and surrendered my exposed arousal to his eyes. Would his hands massage my hard length? Could I summon up the courage to ask him to do so?

His hands lifted up my left arm and worked over it up to my shoulder which he kneaded firmly. Next the right. A delicious contact, but all I could think about was a desired contact lower down my body. I felt I would burst if he did not service my arousal. How could I ask him to do it?

If I were that woman downstairs, I little doubted his fingers would service her and maybe more than his fingers!

He let my arms fall and his hands went to work gently on the thin layer of skin on my chest. I lifted my right hand up under the back of my head and parted my legs slightly in delicious relaxation.

With him standing by the side of the massage table alongside my chest, I took the opportunity to loll my head to one side and checked him out. His white vest clung to his sweaty chest. His arms glistened and the front of his white shorts had gone slightly grey with sweat.

Disappointingly his package seemed unchanged. His balls were griped by the gusset of his shorts, one either side, in slack scrotum mode. But the mound above was manly but unaroused.

"Take your vest off if it is too warm." I said, my voice huskier than normal.

"It is warm." He agreed. "Is it a comfortable temperature for you?"

"Lovely!" I sighed as the palms of his hands stroked over my nipples.

"So long as you don't mind?" He said.

"I don't mind, go ahead."

His hands left my chest and hooked into the edge of his vest and lifted it up his chest.

I almost gasped out loud at the revelation of his smooth, ripped abs and his curvy pecs. I bit my lip as his arms were raised and his armpits revealed his dark, sweaty hair. Two tufts in each armpit with a sexy, smooth hairless gap right in the creased fold of his shoulders.

Over his head, he ripped his vest with that over-effort that muscular men seemed to exert.

He hung the vest on the shelving. His back was muscular and tapered to his waist deliciously. His shorts gripped his buttocks as if they wanted to burst out.

I wanted to suggest he ripped them off too, but didn't have the courage. This, no matter how exciting, was a straight massage, no sex involved and I feared such a suggestion would be inappropriate and could rapidly end the massage. I preferred the eroticism of this situation, even if it did not fully satisfy me.

He lubed up his hands again and stepped back to the table. I felt gloriously exposed to his professional gaze. Hand behind my head, armpit exposed, my chest rising and falling, my almost fully hard cock lolling, wetly on my belly and my legs parted.

Bob returned to massaging my chest, quite gently as if just invigorating the blood flow under my skin. My blood was flowing manfully in my hard shaft, while, head propped up I delighted in watching his muscular upper torso and his powerful arms.

His manly, dark beard shadow glistened grey. His upper arms were devoid of hair and his manly forearms glistened, sticking his dark hairs to his skin. He was getting quite a workout on me!

His chest, oh his chest! How I wished to run my own fingers over his smooth, suntanned skin just as his were running over mine.

I held my breath as his hands worked slowly down my upper stomach. What would he do when he got to my erection? The pressure of his palms increased as he left my ribcage and pressed my flesh.

Disappointingly his fingers slid around my sides and down to my hips. It felt strangely submissive to have his strong hands hold and press me around my hips, as if he was gripping vice-like, my pelvic area and my masculine zone.

I felt my hard dick swing around my belly while my stud rocked my body. It felt like I was rogering some delightful guy, but, in fact, all I was fucking was the air.

Bob lifted off his right hand while gently resting the fingers of his left on my right hip in order to maintain physical contact.

He reached for the oil and dribbled some warm drops onto my left thigh. The trickle was deeply sensuous. He put both big hands on my left thigh and pressed upwards to the top. His fingertips just tickled the side of my left testicle. My body rocked gently as he pressed up and down, forcing ripples of my flesh ahead of his motion.

I closed my eyes and put my hand to my side, to enjoy the sightless massage. Down my leg he squeezed and pressed. Over my calf and down to my foot for another delightful rub of my toes.

Drip, drip on my right thigh and his massage was repeated, his fingers again tickling my right testicle. I drifted off into some deep relaxation. Aroused but relaxed, as if this massage were some sort of tantric meditation.

Now one hand on each calf, he ran his hands up each leg, with him positioned between my feet again. His forearms were gliding up my shins as his hands went over my knees  and up my thighs with little circular motions of his fingers.

My relaxed state had caused my cock to soften and as his left hand fingers went up my upper thigh, he gently lifted my soft length away and down over my balls, so that he could massage where my prick had laid.

I gave an involuntary gasp of an intake of air, at the feel of him touching me so delicately. Now his hands were massaging my belly and sliding through the layer of my pre-cum, mixing it delightfully with the oil.

Of course my cock rose and in flicks, jutted its way up into the air. His forearms and elbows were sliding gently up and down my thighs and I longed for his fingers to slip downwards and take up my dick for the final, ultimate massage.

Down his fingers slipped towards my desired target which was swinging up off my belly, swaying in the air with his motions. His hands circled around where my cock swung and slid down the crease between my pelvis and thighs.

"Argh!" I sighed when his fingertips touched the outsides of my ball-sack. They slid below and I relaxed and parted my legs a little more to give his probing digit access to the magic spot between my balls and my arse-hole. He massaged the soft area of flesh.

Boy! Bob was thorough! His tickling, rotating fingers slipped up and briefly, over my balls.

"Oh!" I sighed. His fingers were pressing over my pelvis. "There's only one place left to massage." I said as my cock flopped upwards onto my belly, rock-hard.

"Not part of the service, sir!" Bob's sonorous voice said good-humouredly.

"Pity." I said and Bob's hands withdrew their contact.

I opened my eyes and Bob's back was turned to me. His large buns were stretching his shorts and I wondered if an erection around the front was making them tighter.

As I got off the table, I said, "I realise you are not into doing me. But I can do you if you want." My heart was beating in my chest, like a scared rabbit.

Part 3 to follow....

Another Free Story - Rub It!

Rub It

I headed for the neighbourhood gym.

"Can anyone do a sports massage?" I asked the cute guy on reception, hoping it was him who gave them. His short-cropped hair made me want to run my fingers through the stubble. I enjoyed the mental image of his head bobbing in my cock, while his hazel eyes looked up lustfully over my body to my face.

"Robert is our personal fitness trainer. Bob!" he called over my shoulder.

The sports hunk walked over, his white sports vest bulged with his pecs, his exposed finely-toned arms swung casually, his tight, white trunk-style shorts hugged his package. I'd seen him around town in the clubs and bars, always with a gorgeous woman on his arm. Who could blame them?

"This gentleman needs a sports massage." Cute-boy said amiably.

"Sure, what's the problem?" Bob replied, looking me up and down professionally.

"Er the shoulders and lower back." I replied truthfully enough.

"Sure." Bob said still looking at my physical setup. There was something deliciously exciting having a straight lad look at me so closely. "Get changed and I'll take you upstairs, work out payment with Dave." He nodded to cute-boy.

He smiled and went over to an attractive woman working on the treadmill. She smiled coyly and sweatily and Bob adjusted the dial for her.

"Thirty quid for shoulders and back and fifty for full body." Cute Dave said with a smile.

"Full body." I replied, wishing this twink was going to do me. I handed over my credit card.

I headed for the men's changing room. I shed my clothes in the deserted changing room. It was a quiet Monday morning. I put my short-sleeved vest and running shorts on.

The door opened and hunky Bob came in. "Ready?" he smiled looking me up and down. His teeth were a lovely white, his face was handsome with a definite beard shadow under the skin. I liked a man who shaved close. I could only wonder how his face would feel if it roamed wet kisses over my body.

His dark hair was short, but not cropped. He looked like a matinee film star, like a handsome Tom Cruise. But taller and not so odd-looking.  His eyes were soft and kind, not cruel and weird like Mr Cruise.

His muscular forearms were dusted with soft, fine dark hairs. Boy he was gorgeous!

"Ready." I replied and followed Bob out of the changing room. He turned right and led me up a narrow, bare staircase. There was a single room at the top and Bob opened it. I slipped past his welcoming arm that held the door open for me. I felt a frisson of a thrill as my body slid inches past his.

The room was a standard massage room. Subdued lighting, massage table, small window with a privacy curtain across it. Cream walls, pleasantly warm, a rack against the wall with oils and towels hung from it.

"Music or silence?" Bob asked. His voice sounded deeper and sexier in the small room.

"Music might be nice."

Bob's hand responded by pressing the button on a CD player and soft flutes and tropical sounds softly filled the room.

"Draped or undraped?" His deep tones harmonised with the music.

In the UK our massages are done in the nude. I remember once in the States shocking the masseuse when she came in to found me totally nude. But that's another story. But an English gentleman can choose to be draped by a towel which the masseur tactfully adjusts, while maintaining the client's privacy, or just to go the whole hog and not be covered.

"Undraped." I said. "It's easier for a full-body, isn't it?"

"It's up to the client." Bob smiled and how I wished Bob would go undraped too! But that was too much to hope for. However, the idea of this straight guy touching every inch of me was hugely erotic.

I hesitated so as not to appear too keen. "If you'd like to get ready then." Bob said, rubbing his hands together to make sure they were warm. The muscles in his forearms rippled and his biceps flexed. The thin straps on his athletic vest displayed his exposed muscular shoulders divinely.

I lifted off my running shirt and as it came over my head, I took a peek at his shorts. The bulge of his balls and the softness above it were clearly visible. No wonder the woman downstairs had practically melted to putty when he stepped over to her on the treadmill.

"Ok?" I hesitated with my fingers in the waistband of my shorts.

"Go ahead." He smiled and as I lifted the second foot out of the shorts I glanced across. But he wasn't watching, he was sorting out which massage oil to use on me.

"Face down, just make yourself comfortable." He said.

I slipped onto the massage table, disappointed that he hadn't taken the chance to check me out.

I put my face into the towel-covered hole and snuggled my torso against the soft towels covering the table.

Strong hand pressed my shoulders and slid greasily over my skin. Jesus! He was good. His fingers kneaded in above my shoulders and the right-hand area stung with a delicious, sharp pain.

His left hand let go and his right pressed and pushed in deep, concentrating on the sore spot. I groaned and Ben gave a little chuckle over the fact that I was feeling the perversely enjoyable pain.

After spending five minutes on the area of lactic acid, he put his hands to work fairly gently stroking my back below my shoulder blades.

"I've seen you around town." I said while hoping his hands would wander down to my naked buttocks.

We talked about which clubs we liked then about sport and football. I can do the normal heterosexual stuff when I feel like it.

All the time his hands pressed along my back and around my sides. The conversation naturally faded and I fell into the hypnotic stupor his massage was casing.

His hands left me and I heard him lubing them up. I was disappointed when they didn't go to my arse. Instead he put a hand to each of my thighs and pressed firmly. My body rocked on the table as his fingers pushed and slid up and down, causing my hard pressed cock to thicken against the towel.

His fingertips tickled the underneath of my cheeks and I wanted to beg him to take a cheek in each strong hand. When Bob was satisfied that he had covered every inch of my thighs, he slid over the back of my knees and down my calves.

Silently he massaged each foot, his thumbs taking care to press the balls of my feet.

He let go and splashed more oil on his hands and I heard them slap together. Oh! He put his hands to my buttocks and pressed hard. Oh, my god! I thought I was going to orgasm there and then into the towels.

He pressed and kneaded and slid. Fingertips slid into the edge of my crack and I instinctively relaxed my thighs and parted them slightly. His fingers were permissively sliding over every exposed inch of my backside.

The air was pregnant with a heavy silence. I parted my legs a little more hoping against hope that he would defile me.

My buttock cheeks were parted slightly by his strong fingers promiscuously sliding up my crack. They did not pause but slid down the side of my bum and I relaxed it slightly, hoping they would slide underneath to finger my erection.

Instead they slid down the sides of my hips and over the top of my thighs. I could not supress a little gasp when the tips of his fingers slid between my thighs and tickled up to the top, just a fraction away from my compressed scrotum.

"Where was your back hurting?" his soft, deep voice whispered.

I didn't want to answer. I wanted him to carry on wantonly exploring my arse. But I mumbled into the face-hole, "Right at the base."

He warm hands left my backside and he rubbed more oil on them. He set to work on the base of my spine in small circular motions. It was delicious.

Then my straight hero changed tack. He went to the base of the table, standing between my parted feet. He put both hands on my back, leaning forward and pressing his forearms to my bum.

He pushed up with his hands and his elbows dug into my buttocks. It was like his massive strength was forcing my whole body up the table, just gravity and friction with the towels holding me in place. But my skeletal structure slid inside my flesh.

Down he pulled my back, his elbows slipping off my buttocks and his warm forearms pressing into them. He paused and pushed up massively again. So much of the surface of his hands and arms were pressing onto my skin. It seemed to be the nearest thing I could get in contact with  a straight guy without actual lovemaking.

Again he paused at the top of his upstroke and I could only imagine the front of his shorts pressed to the edge of the table. Would he be enjoying pressing his cock to the towel between my feet? Would he be getting hard?

Down his hands, forearms and elbows slid until his hands were cupping a buttock each. Up he stretched again. Surely he was excited? Surely this was a sexual act?

On and on he slid and paused, varying whereabouts on my back his hands explored. Contact between a straight man and myself could scarcely get more intimate. His fingers when reaching my bum sometimes just clutched my buttocks in an iron grip, other times slid greasily over my crack entrance and down between my thighs.

I never wanted the erotic experience to end. Surely Bob must be aroused now, especially as the front of his shorts must be being rubbed seductively by the soft table end. For myself my cock was crammed between my belly and the table, each up and down movement causing it to be rubbed.

His hands departed and I sensed him turn away. "Turn over and I'll do your front." His lovely, deep, sexy voice said.



Part 2 to follow soon.