A Verity Vale Adventure

Cult Busters - A Verity Vale Adventure

This release represents a departure for me. My previous novels have been essentially gay-themed in one way or another.

This novel "Cult Busters - A Verity Vale Adventure" deals with straight heterosexual sex, fantasy sex-role playing and a sex cult. The novel includes deeply erotic and pornographic detail which will appeal to both men and women.

Initially I started off writing this novel in a chick-lit style. Some role-playing is described in erotic detail, sometimes beautiful and romantic, sometimes more pornographic, as our characters play Roman, World War Two, medieval and schoolboy, schoolgirl roles.

Not forgetting my gay readers, in this novel we find the characters becoming increasingly attracted to members of their own gender.

I hope this novel will stretch the limits of all readers and open them up to new erotic possibilities.

"Jake turned in Peter's arms and the two erections swung together while Jake opened his lips and stroked them across Peter's lips. Peter held him firmly, sliding his hands over Jake' soapy back while their tongues probed and explored.

Jake sighed lustily and Peter forced his tongue into his sweet mouth. No woman had ever been as kissable as Jake! Peter pushed his hands against his firm bum and squashed their cocks together while they snogged deeply.

Jake pulled Peter hard to him and the two men moaned into each other's mouths."

I hope you all enjoy reading "Cult Busters"

Free Story - His Hands Were All Over Me

I thought it was time for another FREE chapter from my upcoming novel called "Mick's Tales"

In this episode Mick pretends to be straight, even in the narration of the story!

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 that Mick tells about his sexual encounters with men. Are these stories true or just the product of Mick's vivid imagination?

I have already released some free episodes of "Mick's Tales" on my Blog, called "Any Man", "Servicing Larry" and "Fitness Freddie".

A couple of other projects are near completion and I'll post news of them here on my Blog as soon as possible.

Mick's Tales

His Hands Were All Over Me

His hands were all over me. Professionally, he inspected my back, by gently stroking my flesh, as if checking off parts of my anatomy.

"Shoulders are straight and even." He said, running his fingers and palms over my collar bone and the back of my shoulders.

I stood with my back to him, stripped down to just my canary yellow briefs. I was glad I was wearing them, they were brief, but sufficiently covered my buttocks with soft, slightly slack cotton. The bright yellow contrasted well with my even, golden suntan.

I was twenty-years old and knew I looked good, with my soft muscles and handsomely tanned smooth skin.

"Upper back is fine." Mark, the Australian Chiropractor, said, while stroking my shoulder blades and checking off that portion of my anatomy.

Rapidly, but sensuously his fingers and palms, stroked and pressed gently and tested my muscles and flesh. "The back is straight and there appears to be no problem there, mate." His fingers stoked down my spine, checking it off as OK. His tender, delicate touch and his Aussie accent sent surprising shivers up my back and through my mind.

"Now it was the left hip, you said?" His thumb and forefingers of each hand hooked around my waist.

"Yes, I think I pulled a muscle." I said, enjoying the feel of his light support around my waist.

Mark was aged probably around thirty and was good-looking in a not too masculine way. During his written assessment I noticed the photo of a woman and toddler on his desk. The smiling photo indicated he was happily married.

Nevertheless I unexpectedly enjoyed stripping off on his command. Undressing was always a sensuous action for me. I suppose the truth is that I enjoy my own body. The niggling pain in my upper left thigh had become a nuisance and didn't seem to be clearing itself up.

Mark's fingers pressed into my upper pelvis, just on the thin cotton waistband of my briefs. His thumbs pressed at the back of my upper hips.

"Yeah, mate, some tension there." His fingers softly pressed my pelvis and then he put the fingers of both hands to the rear of my left hip. Firmly, but gently, he pressed and rubbed while his digits explored me.

One hand went down the side of my left buttock and I winced with a sharp pain that was almost a pleasure.

"OK, yeah, mate, we've found the problem. Just excuse me mate, while I check it."

I almost fell over as his fingers slipped inside my yellow briefs and pressed directly on the flesh of my left buttock. I nearly yelped with pain or pleasure. His right hand slipped inside my briefs and compared with my right buttock.

His hands took up any of the slack in the material, causing my briefs to grip hard to the front of my crotch. He explained that the right buttock was soft and pliable, but the left had some lactic acid and sciatic inflammation. Thoroughly his fingers confirmed his diagnosis and my body was swayed gently from side to side.

His hands withdrew from the inspection inside my briefs and my buttocks sort of throbbed with the loss of his pressure.

"We'll work on that on the table, I'll just check lower, first." His hands ran down the outside of my thighs and then down the inside, carelessly moving up them and brushing my ball-sack that was cupped in my briefs.

"That's all OK, mate." He confirmed with his light tap from his palms on my inner thighs.

He knelt down behind me and his hands checked my calves.

"Everything else, OK, you're in good shape, mate." Mark said. Standing up and putting a hand gently to each of my shoulders, he encouraged me to turn to face him so he could check the front of me.

With a hand on each shoulder he visually inspected me and looking down he saw my briefs stretched by an almost full erection across my left hip. Eight inches or more of hard cock could not be disguised in any way by my snug briefs.

"Sorry, mate." Mark said, keeping his fingers gently on my shoulders. "I didn't realise you are homosexual, you seem so straight." His eyes looked into mine.

"I am straight." I said. "I don't know what's happened to cause this." I surprisingly felt great pride in showing my magnificent erection through my briefs. "Maybe it's because it is some time since I last saw any action." I gave a cheeky wink.

"Happens, sometimes, mate. No probs." He said in a kindly Australian twang.

He resumed his physical inspection, but now his fingers didn't linger and his hands did not gently pat with each pass grade that his inspection of various parts of my anatomy received. Briefly he pressed his fingertips to my pecs and ribs.

"Just that buttock and sciatic nerve." Mark concluded his diagnosis. He sat down at his desk to make notes, while indicating for me to lay face-down on the physio bench.

He didn't look at me as I walked, didn't show any intrusive interest in my hard-on.

I lay down on my tummy and awaited his ministrations, with my erection deliciously pressed to the cushioned massage table.

"Comfortable, mate?" Mark asked as he stood up beside my prone body, clearly enquiring if my penis was not being squashed too much.

"I'm fine" I said, swaying my buttocks from side to side to ensure I was comfortable. "Sorry about this." I said but not feeling sorry. An erection is always wonderful and it felt gorgeous to have it pressed between my hip and the bench.

"No probs, mate." He said with a reassuring tone.

He felt over my left buttock, with the slack yellow cotton material, sliding between his fingers and my flesh.

"Is it OK if I just…" and his fingers lifted the waistband, seeking permission. "Sure you will be OK?" he asked solicitously, obviously referring to my arousal.

"Mmm, I'm fine!" I said with barely concealed pleasure as his fingers slipped my briefs down over my buttocks for the cotton to tightly grip under the curves of my bum.

"Perhaps we better…" Mark softly said, offering to slip the rucked-up threads down my thighs. "For more comfort…"

I lifted my crotch and allowed his hands to strip the briefs off me. I settled my crotch again against the fluffy towel that covered the bench. "That will be more comfortable for you." Mark said with a soft, gentle tone. It felt good to be handled by such a kind, gentle man.

He set to work on the lactic acid build up in my buttock, pressing and needing forcefully, sometimes moving, sometimes just pressing motionless fingers hard into my flesh.

The pain was exquisite and I could not stop myself from sighing and even gently moaning. His workout was thorough. Now his strokes were wider going above and below the spot he had been concentrating on. Now his other hand pressed my right buttock and he worked my bum cheeks hard but gently with both hands.

Suddenly I felt a ping at the base of my spine and all discomfort blew away, leaving me delightfully relaxed.

"There." Mark said with satisfaction.

"Gosh, thanks." I sighed and rolled onto my right side to face him.

"I think I threw it out, when I fucked!" I said as I watched his eyes stray over my torso and down to my erection which pointed out straight at a right angle to my hip, pointing straight at him.

Mark laughed, clearly enjoying my apparently honest banter. "I reckon a fit guy like you needs regular action. Maybe a good fuck would have sorted out your displacement!" He laughed again.

There was a silence, an unspoken, matey connection. "It's certainly a fine specimen, mate" he eventually said. "But I don't advise intercourse sideways-on, like you are now." He nodded towards my supine position, lying on my right hip with my left elbow supporting my body. "That's probably how you put it out, mate." His honest pleasant look was still professional, despite the strange situation of me displaying a hard boner at him.

He paused thoughtfully and said "A fine specimen as you have surely means you do not have to exert yourself too much to give pleasure to a woman." He laughed ironically. "More modest men might have to work a little harder to fulfil a woman's needs" He was clearly referring to himself. "But a big man like you can surely successfully use his thick endowment without threatening any spinal or sciatic damage."

"Thanks for the advice. No unusual positions, then." I winked.

"For the time being I suggest using just the missionary position or lying on your back while she rides your firm erection. That's my advice, mate." He winked back and turned away towards his desk.

"Like this?" I said, rolling onto my back and lifting my now nine inches off my belly and up into the air.

"Yeah!" Mark laughed, looking at me.

"But surely thrusting upwards could throw my back out again?" I said pushing my buttocks against the bench and throwing my pelvis up.

"Not so vigorous, let her do the work, mate. Until your back has settled." We both laughed.

"Can you test I'm doing it right." I asked naively.

I reached for his right hand and he didn't resist.

"I'll just test your spine, while you do it." He said humouring me.

He circled his thumb and fingers and softly gripped my erection as if his hand were a fanny. "Let her work, mate" he said, putting his left hand under the base of my spine and running his right hand up and down my inches as if a woman was rocking on me.

I involuntarily pushed up to get greater pleasure. "No." he said stroking his left hand under my bum to get me to relax on it. "With this size and thickness, she will easily be stimulated just with her own motion." He worked his fingers up and down my length to show me.

"There you are, mate." He said, letting my penis go and removing his hand from underneath me.

"Could you just test I'm doing the missionary correctly." I winked.

He laughed, clearly enjoying the intimacy and the extreme stretching of his professional procedure into unprofessional territory. I rolled over onto my belly and raised my upper torso with my elbows, allowing my rock-hard, desperate cock to hang down looking for an orifice.

I flexed my buttocks and did the motions of a simulated shag. "Could you just test I'm not going to throw my back out again?"

He laughed and shook his head condescendingly but stepped up to the edge of the bench and with his left hand his fingers formed a fanny for me while his right hand lay upon the base of my spine. "Just smoothly enter, no sudden jerks, mate" He advised with a laugh.

I put the tip of my penis to the hole formed by his thumb and forefinger and sighed as his tight circle drew back my foreskin and my lubricated knob entered his tunnel.

"That's it, mate, just soft gentle movements, let your hard cock do the work. His hand softly pressed my spine and my cock slid all the way down his cupped hand. "Boy you are some stallion, mate!" He expressed admiration for me. "Girls must just love this big cock of yours." He sighed.

Softly I fucked his hand and his other hand gently stroked my pulsating buttocks. "That's it! Your back is supple and your motion is good." My instructor said. "You would just carry on like that to completion, mate, I bet she comes before you do if you keep that gentle rhythm going."

He let go of my cock and back, his physical examination, to see if I was fit enough to shag, was over.

But I was beyond stopping. I slipped off the bench and saying "Thanks, Mark!" I stepped up to him, his eyes transfixed on my hard, bobbing nine inches of man-meat.

Without words, I put my hand to the front of his trousers and sure enough he was hard. Before he could object I had his zip open and my hand felt inside. His warm, hard cock was filling his underpants.

"No!" he said without meaning it. Before he could stop me I had his cock out of his flies and we looked down at our erections. He was a fine seven inches of circumcised cock.

"Better check you can function correctly in the bed, too!" I laughed.

Mark snorted involuntarily as I started to wank him. "Jesus, mate" he gasped and took my cock again.

Together we wanked each other and his free hand went to my bare bum, as if to test my technique again.

But soon we were both lost in our excitement. He grabbed the towel off the bench just in time, to collect our shooting spunk as we both fired together, or knees sagging in orgasmic ecstasy.

"Jesus, mate!" Mark kept gasping as we spat and jerked our spunk together onto the towel.

Eventually we stopped ejaculating and Mark tenderly wiped the dibbles from us both and slid my lubricated foreskin back over my reddened bulbous helmet.

"I reckon we are both fit to shag!" I panted.

He smiled shyly, shocked at how we had both got carried away so uncharacteristically.

The session was over and Mark said there was no need for a return visit appearing to be relieved that he would not see me again.

Possession

Sometimes a character just takes you over! it's a sort of "possession"

I completed the novel "Archie" (Amazon Book id B009V3V5L0) some time ago and left the way open for a sequel to be written. I had a rough idea of the storyline for the sequel, but had it on the back burner.

The other day, while in the middle of two different novels, my awareness was filled with a narration from a character called "Percy". He is one of the two main characters in the novel "Archie". Suddenly "Percy" was narrating the start of the follow-up novel to me. I could hear his style of expression (old-fashioned, late-Victorian) in my mind and he became so "alive" that I had to take a break from my other projects and write down what "Percy" was dictating!

The words just flowed into my word processor software. In no time at all Chapter One - some 2,000+ words, had written itself, with myself as a sort of spectator.

Sometimes the act of writing is almost magical, where the "author" is simply an intermediary, an editor, if you like. This is the best kind of writing in my opinion and produces the best quality work. Facts in the flow of the novel just automatically tie themselves together. As the writer, you actually get realisations along the lines of "Ah, so that is why such and such happened earlier in the novel".

It's a sort of possession where the "muse" or creative agent takes you over. The words spill out faster than you can type them and you appear to just be the physical agency used to produce the book, the spell checker, the grammar correcter, the editor.

Interestingly, the new novel "Percy" is a homoerotic story of occult possession. What happened to me, which I have attempted to describe, above, seems to be an example of Life imitating Art, or is it Art imitating Life?

I don't know when the new novel "Percy" will be completed, that's probably not up to me! Meanwhile if you haven't read it yet, "Archie" is available.

All the best, Richard.

Bob The Builder

NEW RELEASE!

Bob The Builder - Four Naked Workmen

This newly published short novel is part 2 of a long narrative called "Loose Leaves".

"Loose Leaves" were originally just that – a collection of stories written over time with no place or natural home in any other novel/story. I have now tied them together in an ongoing storyline and this is episode 2 or Volume II.

This gay short story features four workmen, two builders, a joiner and a plumber. Hard work, nude sunbathing and sexual testosterone leads to some expected and to some unexpected couplings.

In this episode we have a straight man seduction, a gay tease, a curious gay man, and male friendship that leads to homosexual friendship. Exposed male flesh and revealed cocks lead the guys to experiment and express their homoerotic leanings as they admire each other's muscles and equipment.

Nude sunbathing allows the workmen to inspect each other's physiques and leads to sexual excitement and intense homoerotic feelings.

A one hour short read for those who enjoy male relationships.

Extract:
Roger stroked his erection, lazily as the young Charlie, slowly, tantalisingly turned his body sideways. At first Roger just saw a tuft of armpit hair under Charlie's right arm. The boy was a delightful tease!

Charlie put his hands up above his head and leaned forward against the wall to look down at his cock which was now on full sideways display to Roger.

Roger stroked his own massive erection as he took in the glorious sight of the youth. His cock was not exactly soft, not exactly hard. It was in that in-between phase.

But the naughty boy had pulled his foreskin back to display his charms. His cock hung above his balls. He liked it when his foreskin was back, it was more comfortable for him when he started to get hard and it made his cock look bigger.

He knew he had some competition from the man on the bed. Of course he would never be as huge, but neither did he want to let himself down now that he was being inspected for the first time by this exciting gay man.

The other volumes will be published in due course; meanwhile, I hope you enjoy reading this story.

The Boy From The Barn

NEW RELEASE!

The Boy From The Barn - A homosexual friendship between an older and a younger man

This newly published short novel is part 1 of a long narrative called "Loose Leaves".

"Loose Leaves" were originally just that – a collection of stories written over time with no place or natural home in any other novel/story. I have now tied them together in an ongoing storyline and this is episode 1 or Volume I.

This gay short story features a single, divorced man who meets a neighbour, a young man brought up by strict religious parents. This boy's coming of age saga takes the twenty-one year old young man from being a frustrated virgin through his male friendship with an older man, skirting around generational gay taboos.

Will the straight boy seduction be consummated? Is the boy, in fact a gay tease? Or just gay curious?

A virgin, in every sense, due to his religious upbringing, the devastatingly handsome young man does garden labouring for the older man, who despite his attempts to resist, can't help but indulge in some gay boy seduction. Will the boy lose his virginity to his girlfriend or to the older, experienced man?

For those who wonder about these things, there was a real" boy from the barn". He was a very lovely boy who lived in a barn conversion house. He was devastatingly handsome and eager to please!

Extract:
I couldn't believe that this handsome boy, this young man was still a virgin due to religious dogma. I felt sorry for him. It didn't seem he shared his parents’ puritanical streak. He enjoyed a joke, even at the expense of his religion and he seemed to enjoy and understand sexual jokes and innuendo.

I found myself just watching his graceful athleticism rather than work on my accounts. Roger Tucker soon had the lawn mown. He tidied up the cable and swung it back over the flower bed and I pretended to be watching my computer screen instead of him.

"Want me to put it away, Mr Marshall?" He said respectfully and I squinted up in the evening sunlight at his naked chest, just three feet away. No, I did not want him to put his lovely chest away! Up closer, I could see that between two smooth pectoral muscles, the boy glistened with fine sweat. On top of each large pec he had button hard nipples. His rib cage was tight with a fine six-pack and his skin was golden and smooth. 

Above his low-lying jeans belt there was an inch wide line of dark brown hair up to his belly button, which was dimpled gorgeously. His stomach looked firm and strong. His belt hung so low that you could see the curve if his tummy and the start of his hips at the side. Just below his belt buckle, the front of his jeans showed a fine manly bulge. I couldn't stop looking him up and down! "The lawnmower?" he stopped my inspection.

The other volumes will be published in due course; meanwhile, I hope you enjoy reading this story.

Fitness Freddie - Part 2

Mick's Tales

Fitness Freddie - Part 2

Next day I knocked on his basement consultancy door. He opened it, naked to the waist. Gone was his tennis shirt and his running singlet. His smooth chest was glistening in sweat, showing he had vigorously worked-out. His tight, tiny running shorts clung to his hips and his bulge was clearly showing a half hard-on.

I ignored the signs as if I was a naïve young boy and stepped in. I stripped to the waist. "Shorts only?" I asked almost shyly.

"Shorts will be fine." Freddie said turning away to his desk. I dropped my trousers watching his naked compact, sturdy back and his tight buttocks, that were small for a man of his stature. My briefs rustled down my smooth thighs, but he did not turn around. My shorts rustled up and still he did not turn. I flicked my half-erection up my  left hip.

"Ready!" I said and Freddie turned around, not looking at me. Clearly he was fighting himself. Conflicted like straight men are when desiring what they felt they shouldn't.

Freddie worked me out more vigorously than usual, but his hands kept making contact with my flesh while he inspected me. My forearms, my biceps, my shoulders, my back. He lightly ran his fingers down my nicely developed six-pack. He seemed to be taking pride in my shape and how he had developed it.

"I'm ready for sex now!" I said shyly and enigmatically.

"I think you are!" He replied equally enigmatically. Were we talking about being ready for a girlfriend or my readiness in the present moment for sex with him?

I lay on the green rubber gym mat and Freddie knelt in front of me while I lifted the weights with my ankles. His fingers pressed and tested the back of my calves and the front of my thighs. He could not fail to see my rock-hard erection. "You are a perfect specimen." He said. "A perfect boy."

The thrill of showing my physical prowess and my sexual potential was overwhelming and I almost didn't want the thrill of display to end and manifest in the inevitable outcome. But Freddie's fingers slid up my thighs. "That's it" he whispered "see how long you can hold the weight up off the floor. You are magnificent, I've never seen a male in such delightful shape."

Freddie's professional demeanour was gone, his admiration was no longer simply clinical. His fingers slid up my thighs and under the stitched hem of my shorts. "That's it!" he encouraged unnecessarily. The tips of his fingers stroked the base of my balls.

"Oh!" I gasped involuntarily and my thighs gave way dropping the weights which rolled off my ankles and over the floor. Freddie knelt in nearer and his fingers stroked my slack scrotum.

"Do you think my cock is good enough?" I sighed and slipped my fingers into the waistband and slid the shorts down and over Freddie's wrists, holding his hands captive by the tight material. My cock sprang free and flipped powerfully up my crotch to tickle my belly button.

Freddie's captured hands moved up so the tight shorts now held his lower forearms, allowing his hands to finger my hard cock. He rolled it in his fingers and palms and whispered "Magnificent."

"Is it as good as yours?" I gasped while he manipulated it like he had all my other muscles.

Freddie let my cock go and painfully ripped my rucked-up shorts down my thighs, the folds rasping into my flesh. He got them off my legs and gently pushed me back onto the foam mating. Kneeling up in front of me, he said "Let's see!"

At last he revealed himself! He pulled his shorts off and his nice seven inches of almost hard cock sprang free and he flicked the shorts down to his knees and lifted each in turn to get them off. His cock bobbed with the motion.

"Oh it's fantastic!" I sighed and Freddie lifted himself and lowered onto my torso, the torso that he had inspected and felt so intimately over the weeks. His lips caressed my shoulders in loving admiration for my physique, while his erection pressed onto mine. "Your body is beautiful!" I whispered as I stroked the sweaty blond hair on the back of his head.

Freddie squirmed on me his sweaty body pressing to me. His lips went down my collar bone and he slid his hard cock off mine to worship my beautiful body with his lips. Over my upper chest they roamed and over my bullet-like nipples. Down my abs, his tongue licking each rib. He lifted his face off me to look at my hard nine inches, before lowering his face and kissing softly my hard shaft.

"Is my cock good enough?" I asked unnecessarily and without answer he opened his mouth and devoured my foreskin-covered helmet. "Oh yes!" I gasped. "Mmm" He sighed as his hot-wet mouth took in several inches.

I had him! My straight fitness guru was devouring me in lost admiration for my body. I wanted him, more than ever. I pulled his face off my cock. "Let me do you too!" I begged. He nodded and rolled around so we lay on our hips, face to cock. "Your body is fantastic!" I sighed.

Wordlessly he put his mouth to my erection and took me eagerly back in. I responded likewise and used my lips to roll his tight foreskin down over his dripping cock. "Oh god!" he gurgled on my cock and did the same. Soon we were gasping and sighing and moaning while we face-fucked each other and our hands pummelled the other's buttocks.

My nose felt his bollocks tighten and before he could pull off, I pushed into his mouth and fired my load at the same time as he did. I swallowed expertly and he tried, but gagged and let my erupting cock fall out of his mouth to spill the spunk over the green foam mat between us.

I swallowed and sucked every drop from him while he moaned in lost ecstasy.

"Sorry!" He gasped. "I got carried away."

"No sex for two weeks." I laughed.

"Maybe." He gasped and rolled onto his back.

I stroked my hand over his heaving chest.

"But I've never felt like that before." He said thoughtfully. "I've always admired the male physique and my own, but never thought of it as a sexual thing, before. But your body is so fantastic, it seemed to tip me over the edge from admiration to desire. It won't happen again." He said assertively and stood up on the mat.

I stood up next to him and he touched a hand softly to my shoulder. "Sorry it was unprofessional and won't happen again.

But it did. I led him by the hand to the shower and we washed together and soon his hard cock was worshiping my wet flesh and he humped against me before we took each other in hand and wanked the other off amid mighty roars of desire.

Every day we worked out and had sex. He learned a boy's hole can make a great cunt.

His girlfriend came back and his "consultancy" with me ended. But every few months he would ring me and secretly worship my masculine curves in our private work-outs.

Time for another FREE story - Fitness Freddie

I thought it was time for another FREE chapter from my upcoming novel called "Mick's Tales"

Part 2 of "Fitness Freddie" 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 free episodes of "Mick's Tales" on my Blog, called "Any Man" and "Servicing Larry"

Mick's Tales

Fitness Freddie - Part 1

"We just need to build up your upper torso a little." Freddie said, running his hands up my chest, testing and feeling my muscle-tone. His hands and arms were compact and strong with blond hairs flecked on his forearms. His athletic, sleeveless vest left little to the imagination and his raised arms revealed darker blond nests of hair in his armpits.

His face was pale and flecked with slightly red skin-pores. His blond hair was bleached blonder by the sun, his roots a little darker. His chin showed a dark shaving shadow, unlike my own where at just eighteen years of age I barley needed to shave yet.

I had been walking along a street near where I lived, being eighteen and in my last year at school, I saw a sign on the railings leading to a basement. "Fred's Health Consultancy". This was nineteen eighty and interest in health and fitness was becoming more common. Underneath the heading the sign said "Personalized Fitness Consultancy".

I walked on wondering what "Fred" was like. Was he young or middle-aged? Handsome or plain? How personal was "Personalised"?

A handsome hunk came walking towards me dressed in trainers and a jogging suit. He nodded at me, his collar-length fair hair whispering in the wind. At maybe five feet nine he was a couple of inches shorter than me, but he was very fit-looking. His baggy jogging suit hid, no doubt, athletic curves. His face was pale and flushed red with a fine pair of blue eyes.

Of course after he passed me, I had to look over my shoulder to see what his backside looked like. It looked fine inside the pale grey jogging trousers. He stepped down at the railings into "Fred's Health Consultancy".

Of course I was having a consultancy within the hour – how could I resist such a handsome hunk?

"I want girls to admire me" I'd said. "They don't show any interest, so if I can man-up my physique a little, maybe they will."

"I think girls will admire you well enough!" Freddie had said while watching me undress to my tight red briefs.

He'd put me through a fitness test and lying on his massage bench, getting my breath back, he had felt and stroked my legs and arms. "For just eighteen, you are in great shape." Freddie had said, before running his hands up my chest and sending me into a sexual swoon.

"I only seem to attract men and gay boys at school." I sighed. "I'm still a virgin." I lied. Well lied about the virgin bit. I'd popped my cherry with girls and with many males but I wanted Freddie to think I was inexperienced. The secret gave me a strong erotic thrill.

"You'll find a girl soon enough." Freddie said, detecting some tension in my neck and pressing his fingers to release the lactic acid. "With your looks, you'll have no problem."

We fell silent as Freddie massaged my neck. I realised my cock was swelling inside my briefs. During the exercising it had behaved, but now I was supine and being manhandled by a gorgeous young man I was getting excited. My cock was a big one and often attracted admiring glances in changing rooms and many a man had been intrigued to see it. But I didn't want Freddie to notice my asset too soon in his consultancy. I wanted to have some sessions with him and secretly be excited by him.

Luckily he suggested I turn over onto my tummy, so that he could do the back of my neck. I did and pressed my hardening cock into the leather bench, wondering how many men's cocks had rested here.

"I'll put together an exercise program for you to build you up a little." Freddie's slightly high-pitched throat-based voice said while he worked my neck.

"That would be great." I said. "I want to become more manly to attract girls."

Freddie was satisfied he'd worked my neck enough and he did some token strokes down my spine to release any locked-in energy.

"Get dressed" He said, turning away and sitting at his little desk to fill in his report. He didn't look as I slid off the bench and pulled my trousers up to hide my nine-inch hard-on.

"We could do some work now, but I wasn't expecting a client and I promised my girlfriend I'd spend the afternoon with her."

I left the semi-basement, imaging all sorts of physical exercises gorgeous Freddie might get involved in with his girlfriend this afternoon.

Freddie got me doing workouts in his little gym every day and he finished with some muscle-toning massage work on my upper body and arms. For our sessions he wore a modest short-sleeved tennis-style shirt and thick tennis style shorts. Very proper, very unrevealing. I exercised in a sleeveless vest and soft athletic shorts, with slightly long, loose legs so that my erection didn't peek out.

Often I was hard and always semi. Freddie seemed to pay it no attention. I supposed he was used to men and was clearly not interested. My cock often intrigued even straight men. I'd had straight men in shower cubicles and changing rooms, but this one showed no interest in my size or state. Of course gay guys always showed an interest in my physique, but where was the challenge or interest for me in that?

Over about three weeks, on the massage table, I'd told Freddie my story, making out I was a frustrated straight boy who got unwanted attention from queer boys and men. He laughed at my stories and assured me that heterosexual sex would arrive in due course.

He got accustomed to my banter and getting off his massage bench he started to laugh and joke about my excitement saying things like "We'll need to get you a girlfriend soon!"

He never showed any physical reaction and my furtive glances at the front of his tennis shorts, just showed an average bulge, neatly contained behind the thick, hemmed material of his button flies. But his body! Oh his body! So compact, so hunky so desirable! His legs were nicely developed with dark blond hairs on his calves, but smooth bald thighs that I just wanted to run my lips up and down.

Inside his shirt his chest filled it nicely, he was walking perfection!

One day he was massaging me with me on my back and my cock straining the front of my tight shorts. His hands ran up and down my thighs, but his fingers circled frustratingly away whenever they reached the hem of my shorts. Why couldn't he at least show a modicum of interest, a slight straying of the fingers?

"I can't wait to have sex with a girl." I sighed.

"I can see that!" Freddie laughed.

"What's it like to fuck?" I said, feeling bold enough after the intimate weeks of workout.

"Great!" He laughed. "We better finish and you better take a cold shower!" He joked.

I swung off the bench and Freddie surveyed my body up and down and obviously he saw the tent-pole pushing the front of my shorts, straining them, threatening to burst them.

"You're starting to build up nicely." He said professionally looking at my upper torso as I took off my sweaty vest. He stepped forward and felt my arms. I tensed my biceps and his hands griped each one, feeling the hardness of them.

"Very nice!" He said approvingly. His hands slid along my shoulders and down my chest, feeling my pecs and abs. "Very nice indeed!"

I slid my shorts down while he stood inches from me. My cock stood manfully at right angles to my belly. I hoped he would express similar approval. "Cold shower for you, my boy!" He laughed and turned me around by the shoulders towards the shower and giving my bum a playful slap.

Leaving his consultancy basement I was at least pleased that he was showing non-sexual admiration for my physical development. But he was a hard nut to crack. By now I would have expected any normal guy to be at least fondling me and admiring my manly cock.

At the end of my next session with me naked and strolling around his small gym with a full erection, Freddie said "I may be going away with my girlfriend for a few days from tomorrow. Maybe it is time for you to party and meet a girl to deal with that?" he nodded to my bobbing nine inches.

"How long for?"

"A week, a sort of belated non-honeymoon." Freddie said.

"Lucky dog!" I said looking at the front of his non-excited shorts.

"You've bulked-up and make a fantastic babe-magnet now." Freddie said, ignoring my innuendo.

An appointment was made for ten days later once Freddie was back from his "honeymoon". I made my disappointed way back home. It looked like I was never going to get Freddie to go a little bent like so many straight guys do.

That night the phone rang, it was Freddie. "Holiday is off. She has to go for a month to her mother's who is ill. I'm at a loose end for weeks, want an appointment?"

Of course I did. I made one for two days' time. Eagerly I went along, keen to see the girlfriend-free Freddie.

The session went as usual and as usual I got a raging hard-on under Freddie's massage. He seemed less distracted than usual, more attentive, more amused by my sexual excitement.

The days rolled on with a session every day. We hung around afterwards watching his TV up in his apartment. Everything was idyllic and even if he didn't desire my body, at least he seemed to like me.

One day, two weeks into his enforced celibacy, Freddie joined me in working out. He ditched his conservative tennis shirt for the revealing singlet he had worn that first day. There was plenty of room for him to sweat with the slack low hanging sides, giving me plenty of opportunity to look at his compact muscles in his arms and sides and to look at his sweaty dark patches of blond in his armpits. He wore small running shorts which showed his hairless, pale thighs up above the suntan-line of his tennis shorts. Freddie looked hunkier than ever and I was hard, even while exercising.

When we finished he set me on the massage bench and I took the opportunity to glance at the front of his tight shorts. He had a modest lump to the left of the crotch. How I wanted to stroke and feel it!

Silently he worked me over, concentrating on my arms and chest. "You have a great shape now." He whispered in a husky voice a little deeper than usual. "One of the best I've seen for a guy as young as you." His sweaty, oily fingers pressed into my stomach, his eyes concentrating on them, but he must surely be looking at my erection tenting my shorts too.

"Do you think I am ready to be attractive to girls?" I asked my stupidly naïve question.

"More than ready!" He nodded and set to work on my thighs. "You've got a fantastic body, girls will love it."

"I  know queers like it, but do you really think girls will?"

Freddie laughed and went to the end of the bench to work on my calves and ankles. I looked down my chest to his flushed face with my erection tent between us.

"Do you think I am big enough for a girl, you know, my cock?" I asked as innocently as I could.

"It looks plenty big enough, from here!" He winked.

"Is it as big as yours? You having a girlfriend and everything."

Freddie just laughed and ran his fingers over my knees and pressed hard into my smooth thighs.

"Believe me you are way above adequate, in all departments!" He sighed huskily. "Beautiful!" he added quietly.

Unusually he didn't get me to roll over, but quickly said "same time tomorrow!"

I glanced at the front of his tight shorts. Was his bump a little bigger, a little firmer? He turned away and sat to write up his report, not looking at me when I stripped off my shorts and went for a shower.

Getting dressed, he didn't look up from his papers and I knew I had him! Usually he would inspect my torso professionally, the fact he wasn't looking meant he did not dare to. I had him! I'd had enough straight men, even at the age of eighteen, to know when one fancied me.

(Part 2 will be put on here over the next few days.)

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

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

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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.)