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.

A Massive Hit on Amazon!

Carter's Cottage, my novel for the Kindle, has been a massive hit on Amazon!

It has consistently been #1 for months on Amazon.co.uk under the "Bisexual Fiction" category. Although there are no female participants in the erotic entanglements, there are several straight and bisexual boys involved.

In the USA, Amazon.com does not categorise titles in the same way. Nevertheless it is proving hugely popular on Amazon.com also.

In Carter's Cottage we meet:

• Ben Baxter – Fresh from the USA where he had had a steamy sex encounter with a man, but now aged twenty he is heterosexual. His physique is compact, his face handsome and cute.
• Harry Clarke – A dark-haired and straight young man. But for the last year he has been staying at the cottage and with the lack of females, he has fallen into regular gay sex with Gus.
• Justin Lowe – A shy, eighteen-year old virgin. He had been enticed into homosexual activity with a more experienced young man, but wants to make it with girls. He keeps his bag permanently packed for a quick get-away if any of the lads in the cottage try it on with him. He is a soccer-mad fan and idolises the players Garry Newburn and Alan Dutton.
• Charlie Townsend – A keep-fit, nineteen-year old, who has just finished with his girlfriend. Fairly muscular and likes to see other guys admiring his physique.
• Franco Bertolini – A young, slim, homosexual, Italian youth with white, marble-like skin. 
• Alex McDonald – An ex-footballer, rejected by the club at the age of eighteen, but had been pimped as an escort for older women and men. He now fiercely asserts his heterosexuality.
• David Limbert – a secretive, shy homosexual, who lusts after straight friends. He has a cute, compact body but is too repressed to express his homosexuality.
• Then we have the Black American chef, Gus, from the Carter novels. He is a muscular, homosexual young man.

These eight young men share four bedrooms, which leads to various homosexual romps. They are supervised by Freddie Stubbins – Age twenty-three, a cheeky, sinewy, cockney rogue.

And we also have two soccer studs:

• Alan Dutton – He is smoothly masculine, with his face slightly on the rugged side of handsome, his shoulders are round and powerful, his armpits matted with dark blond hair, darker than the blond flashes on his head. His chest is muscular with a handsome patch of blond hair in the centre.
• Garry Newburn - His smooth skin is a golden tan, every inch the golden surfer-boy type. He isn't quite as tall as Alan and not as muscular, but he is superbly well-proportioned. His face is more boyish and more handsome than Alan's.

Very quickly the eight boys are partnering up. Which ones will have sex together?

This exciting work, with its homoeroticism, is for the discerning reader, as well as for adventurous men and women, willing to discover the edges of their sexuality – if they are brave enough to explore.

Reviews:
"Good non stop action. From start to finish the action builds up to climax and climax and climax. Orgasmic read" S.L 5 stars

"I was never quite sure why these guys were at Carter's cottage, but sure found out what they got up to; from start to finish the randy little devils were at each other non-stop. Good description and clearly written - easy reading and great for the bedside." H - 4 stars

'Tis the season to be Merry!

Happy Christmas and New Year to all my readers!

I have many plans for the coming year.

Firstly I will be publishing my latest novel about Robin Hood and his Merrie Men very soon.

Then a new website will follow which will make it easier for people to pick from my novels with extensive quotes and a feel for what each novel is like.

I will also start making my novels available on other platforms than just the Kindle.

So it should be an exciting new year. Meanwhile, have a great holiday period!

Richard

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - Part 3

This short story is part of a semi-autobiographical novel that I am writing.

Here is the third and final part to this short story.

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

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - PART 3

OH THAT'S GOOD!

"Oh, that's good!" Pete sighed when our mouths parted. "You give a good snog."

I wanted to kiss again, to penetrate his mouth again and for him to penetrate mine. But there was something I wanted even more.

"Can I see it?" I whispered and his soft, fair hair rustled on his forehead under my breath.

"Sure!" Pete laughed softly at the familiar request.

I could barely believe that this straight guy was letting me do this. I lifted the duvet off our legs and pulled my body away from his, almost falling off the edge of the bed in the process. There it was! Lying softly on his smooth left thigh. The most beautiful thing that I had ever seen!

"Oh, Pete, that is fantastic!" I sighed. Four inches or more of very thick, very soft, circumcised cock. Under the pale, creamy flesh the ridge of a vein ran along the length of him.

I wanted to kiss his soft lips again, trace tender kisses down his lovely chest and over his firm belly. But there was something I wanted to do even more. Without waiting for permission I slid down my bed until my face was level with his crotch. My fingers stroked gently up the length of him, feeling and savouring every delicious inch.

Any man would have wanted to touch and feel the magnificent potency of him. Pete rolled onto his back, so that my cheek touched his smooth hip and my rock-hard cock pressed his right leg, below his knee.

He settled his head into the two palms of his hands on the pillow and lay back for me to worship his gorgeous prick. From what he had told me, he clearly enjoyed male admiration of his own maleness.

I curled my fingers around his shaft which settled comfortably in my hand with about two inches above my forefinger. I softly grabbed the lower half of his cock and stroked.

"I've never seen a circumcised one before." I whispered, marvelling at the revealed sculpture of his soft knob. Although soft, his exposed knob made him look like he was aroused, which was a very strange sight to me. Uncircumcised cocks just looked normal when soft, but this circumcised one looked like it was ready for sex even 'though it was flaccid.

"When I started getting erections, my foreskin hurt, so my parents got me circumcised." Pete said.

"Ouch!" I cringed.

"Best thing I ever did!" He said. "It lets my big cock relax to its full length when soft. I wouldn't be such a big boy if I hadn't had it done."

"It's lovely!" I whispered and stroked. Pete's big boy started to grow and he gave a contented sigh. I slid my fingers and thumb up his length as it grew rapidly. I hesitated at the ridge, knowing my own cock was sensitive if the foreskin was pulled back and there was no lubrication.

But Pete did not seem to flinch when my thumb softly stroked this fold of skin and my fingers tickled the top side of his velvety, cream knob.

"That feels good!" Pete sighed.

"It's becoming so big!" I said in admiration at the impressive nine inches of almost-hard cock.

"You can stroke me firmer. I know guys with foreskins think mine will be sensitive, but it isn't. Wank my big dick!" He said in a loud commanding voice.

I stroked harder and his cock grew sturdier. "Give me all of your big cock, Pete!" I yelled, hoping that Colin would jealously hear. "What is it now? Ten inches?" I said, no longer able to get my thumb and fingers to meet around his solid, thick shaft.

"Something like that!" Pete yelled. "Wank me harder!"

But I didn't obey. I paused and held the bottom four inches of him, with the rest pointing at my face. "I think there is something else you would like more." I whispered and lowered my face towards the exposed slit, which had started to weep a clear fluid.

"Oh yes! Suck my big cock!" Pete begged loudly.

I giggled in anticipation and in delight that our noises would be driving Colin, downstairs, wild with frustration.

I touched the tip of my tongue to his jewel of juice. He tasted sweet, very sweet, without the usual hint of sour that a man often had. The delicious taste just urged me on. I opened my mouth and slid my tight lips down over velvety knob."

"Ye-essss!" Pete gasped as my lips went down a couple of inches, on past his knob and onto his thick, firm shaft. "Cool, man!" He gasped as his hands left the back of his head and pressed to the back of my head.

"Suck my big cock!" he shouted.

I did.

The feel of him in my mouth was wonderful! So big, so fat, so firm! Oh the girls like Caroline were so lucky to have this straight, cute hunk. But tonight he was mine! I licked and sucked and drooled over him giving great gurgles of delight while Pete groaned, moaned and yelled for me to suck him hard.

I circled my tongue around his smooth velvety knob, which seemed to send him wild.

"Fuck!" he shouted, "You are a great cock-sucker!"

I imagined Pete, on-board ship, driving his randy ship-mates wild with his noise, while one of the lucky sailors sucked him like this. Pete was a noisy bugger as well as a big-boy! He would have been the object of desire for so many of the crew!

I tried to swallow more of him, but I wasn't experienced at deep-throating and the best I could manage was to run my lips down a little of his shaft, so that his knob tickled the top of my throat.

"I can't take any more in." I sighed my mouth off him, holding the base of his thick shaft and waving the ten inches in front of my face. "It's so massive!" I said.

It really was the most impressive cock that I had ever seen. It rose from a delicate, soft bed of fine fair. His balls were a good size and his scrotum was red, with pale pimples and a few hairs on it. I fingered the balls with my left hand and they slithered around in his slack sack. I tried to imagine how potent such a set-up would be. Would he ejaculate huge amounts of sperm to match his size?

"You are a great cock-sucker, Richard." Pete sighed, rubbing the back of my head to encourage me.

I needed no encouragement, my mouth was already missing being filled by this lovely cock. I sighed and moaned as my lips parted and his first three inches filled me.

"Oh yes!" Pete said loudly. "Suck my big cock!" He begged.

I got an extra thrill knowing Colin, below, would be jealously hearing our love-making. Tonight he was going to have to listen, as I had listened to him on so many nights.

"Oh! That's lovely! Fucking marvellous!" Pete shouted in appreciation as my tongue licked around the ridge of his knob. Pete tasted so sweet, I could have supped on him forever!

Pete's hands were firmly holding the back of my head, pressing with each upward thrust of his pelvis and I pursed my lips so that they wanked his knob and shaft. I was ready for him to fuck my face as hard and as fast as he wanted. My mouth was an eager receptacle for his fuck.

Pete athletically thrust and pushed on my head and moaned loudly.

"I'll suck yours too!" he shouted eagerly.

I needed no second invitation; this cute, straight hunk was offering to do me. How could I refuse? I swung around on the bed, keeping his big cock in my mouth as I rotated on it and presented my legs to the pillow where he rested his head.

Expertly, Pete took my hard cock into his mouth, causing me to groan on his. The feeling of having him do it, when I knew he wasn't really into gay stuff was intensely exciting. I had aroused him so much that he was eager to be so intimate.

We both groaned and moaned and his tonguing of my cock was expertly done. He pressed his hands to my bum and I pushed in, my knob slipping out of my foreskin into his warm, wet mouth.

I was so excited by what his mouth was doing, that I was neglecting his cock. I kept moaning "Yes!" instead of working on his cock.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, wiping my mouth off his prick, to warn him. Pete just pressed his hands harder on my bum, so that my crotch was trapped against his face. I jerked and Pete's mouth started gulping over my shaft, inviting my spunk to drench his mouth.

Pete expertly sucked and swallowed and in gratitude I pushed my mouth back over his neglected monster-cock. The feeling of climaxing in his mouth while he filled mine with his hard flesh was overwhelming.

Pete's whole body was now rocking, rhythmically pressing his face to my crotch, withdrawing slightly and pressing his crotch to my face and back again.

My fingers kneaded his firm buttocks urging him to fuck my face. And while I was still slowly pressing my cock into his mouth in the final delightful ecstasy, Pete's buttocks went rock hard and his cock fired a forceful jet of spunk into my throat, while he moaned loudly.

I sucked and sucked, wanting to taste every drop of him, while his fists pounded my buttocks in lost rapture. Pete was snarling and roaring like a lion as his mouth let go of my spent cock and he thrust inside my mouth.

My hands pressed his buttocks which alternated between rock-firm and softly pliant. His lovely bum, his lovely body, his lovely cock!

Pete's roar turned to moans as his climax concluded. I sucked and drew every last precious drop of spunk from him.

Unlike mine, which became sensitive when I finished coming, Pete's knob seemed insensitive to my licks and sucks. Also unlike mine, Pete did not seem to shrink, but stayed long and quite firm, even after his climax.

I sucked and drooled and swallowed, while caressing his fantastic knob in my mouth.

"Fucking great suck!" Pete said and I imagined all the satisfied sailors who had given his wonderful cock a good seeing-to! Did he get such intimate attention from his girlfriends? Did they worship his cock like men did or was it much more heterosexual? I imagined his dick would give many a fanny a massive climax.

I heard Colin's door open downstairs and him go into the bathroom, probably to deposit his spunk-soaked tissues in the loo. There was no doubt that Colin would have pleasured himself to the sounds of our intercourse. I knew Colin was a habitual wanker when he didn't have a girlfriend. I'd shared a room with him for six months and then this house ever since. I knew what a sexual creature he was.

I rolled around to face Pete and we cuddled like lovers. I pecked his lips and he did not respond, but I smelt my spunk on his breath. I rolled over and got the glass of water off the bedside table and offered it to him.

With a laugh he took it and drank, rinsing and swallowing my sperm down. I did the same. Pete's spunk tasted strong and sweet and it took some rinsing down.

We laughed and I settled my head on his shoulder, while he wrapped his arm around me. Pete soon fell into a deep sleep of the just-climaxed. I lay awake watching his soft, relaxed face, his smooth, compact chest, his delicious, flat tummy and his soft six-inch monster, lolling on his hip.

Would I ever do this again with him? Would he go back to Caroline and his straight preference? I had to savour every moment!

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - Part 2

HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND - PART 2

I HOPE WE DON'T KEEP YOU UP

I dried myself as quickly as I could and wrapping the towel around my waist, I had that delicious feeling when your stiffie is pressed down slightly by towelling.

I tapped on Colin's door, I couldn't resist a jibe, considering how he had used and abused me in the past. Without waiting I opened the door and Colin was under his duvet, alone in his double bed.

His hand jerked out from under his duvet but he knew that I knew that he had been masturbating as usual. The dim lighting that he used to seduce girls in his bed, shone on his curly fair hair.

"I hope we don't keep you up. We'll try not to make too much noise!" I said, while his eyes surveyed me up and down. I thought of all the times his heterosexual bonking had kept me awake. It would be good to get a little revenge tonight.

"Thanks." He tried to smile, but couldn't hide his jealousy. I knew that although he was straight, he would not have minded having Pete in his bed for a night so that he could get his perverted satisfaction.

I closed the door, feeling a mean thrill. At last I was getting a little of my own back on my cruel friend.

I hurried up the stairs taking them two at a time.

There he was, in my bed, lying on his side, propping his left hand on his head above my pillow. The single duvet covered him from elbow downwards.

The sight made me catch my breath and a little too high-pitched I heard my voice say "Are you sure you will have enough room?"

"There will be plenty" and he lifted my side of the duvet back, revealing his lovey smooth chest.

I stepped towards the bed, feeling self-conscious. "Sorry!" I said as I dropped my towel and my erection bobbed up and down in front of him.

"Come in!" He laughed a deep throaty laugh. His eyes twinkled in the lamplight and I slid my legs under the duvet. Immediately my erection touched his upper chest and clumsily I slid down, trying to fit us both under the duvet, without causing too much disruption.

But the intimacy was unavoidable and I felt my eager penis slide down, the middle of Pete's chest and finally make contact with his soft nest of pubic hair.

At first I was disappointed that his cock wasn't pressing against mine, then as my thighs settled against his, I felt his soft, large shaft pressed between his left thigh and my right.

"Sorry!" I instinctively said and tried to move my legs away from his, which just made my erection press harder into his belly.

"It's OK, it's bound to be intimate." Pete said, smiling at me and putting his right arm around my hip and pressing my buttocks, so that we were clamped together from belly buttons down. "Can't have either of us falling out of bed!"

"Maybe you'd be better in Colin's bed, there would be more room." I said, my breath whispering over Pete's fair face.

"There's something odd about Colin that I don't like." Pete said. "I've met many sorts of guys, especially in the merchant navy and he strikes me as being unpleasant."

He sighed and I felt his legs flex and stretch against me. "Whereas you are the sort of gentle guy who is much better company, especially in intimate surroundings." Pete smiled and I had to resist an overwhelming urge to smash my mouth into his.

I let my hand slip over his smooth hip and I pressed his soft bum. "Just so long as we don't push each other out." I sighed and put my forehead to his, while our hands pressed our buttocks. "So are you straight and just missing Caroline?" I whispered, while my right thigh pressed his cock to his left thigh to let him know I realised the size of him.

"Oh, I'm not hard." Pete said. "Unlike you!" He pushed his belly against mine, so that my cock slipped and pressed manfully between us. He laughed a loud, throaty laugh.

"Really?" I gasped. "So you must be really big, if that is you soft!"

"I don't get any complaints!" We giggled like naughty schoolboys.

"So in the merchant navy did you, sort of fool around?" I said while my fingers tickled deliciously over the globes of his smooth buttocks.

"I joined when I was eighteen and served two years until last December. Not so long really, some guys are in it all their lives. There were some great guys, I loved it!" He said without answering my question.

"Why did you leave?" I said, savouring the sweet smell of his breath while he spoke on the pillow next to me.

"Not enough straight sex, I suppose." Pete laughed. "I'm not really into gay sex."

My heart sank, so why were we naked and embracing, with him showing no aversion to my hard-on?

"Gay sex really isn't my thing." Pete said while his right hand carelessly stroked my bum.

"There was plenty of sex in port, but sometimes we'd be at sea for months on end. I was only eighteen and it was a long time to go without a fuck. I quickly learned that I was a gay-magnet. Shipmates who were gay or gayish seemed to be drawn to me. Maybe it was my cute, smooth looks or maybe the bulge in my jeans or shorts, but the gay guys would come on to me all the time."

I pressed my thigh to Pete's thigh and felt his long, thick, soft cock and thought it was probably his bulge that attracted gay men, although his cute looks were irresistible too!

"I'd never known any gay people in the village where I grew up, so it was quite an eye-opener on board ship!" Pete said. "I let gay men fool around with me. They just seemed to want to see my cock and suck it. I didn't mind, sex is sex and a good suck is fantastic."

I rolled onto my back, being careful not to roll out of bed. I didn't want to seem too keen. Pete, still lying on his side, squashed up against me, so that his soft cock plopped onto the top of my right hip. His hand went to stroke my chest which was smooth like his.

"Then I found straight guys were interested in my cock too, especially when we had been out of port for a while. Whereas gay men wanted to suck my cock and have me bum them, straight guys were more interested in seeing it, exciting it, comparing it with theirs. I was bigger than any man I saw erect and bigger soft too. But straight guys seemed to like to feel it and compare."

Pete shuffled in the bed and the duvet fell down our bodies to our waists. "It's warm enough without it." I said. "So you learned to get sex from all sources. Lucky bugger!"

"My favourite is with women, but sex for sex sake is cool with men too. Gay guys can be a bit demanding, but straight ones can just fornicate for the sake of it. Sometimes a good straight friend can be magic. I had just one special guy who was my best mate and we pleasured each other, which was really cool. You remind me of him." Pete sighed.

"Is that why you wanted to come to my bed?" I said while his fingers traced circles around my nipples.

"Colin reminds me of some predatory straight guys I knew. Guys like him use other guys ruthlessly and it's pretty unpleasant."

I proceeded to tell Pete the story of Colin and myself. He listened quietly.

When I had finished, he slid his left arm under me and rolled me onto my right hip and pressed our bodies together in my narrow bed. Still his cock was soft and floppy, still mine was rock-hard.

Pete's eyes looked into mine and softly he put his lips to mine and pecked my lips, before sighing and opening his mouth for me to push my tongue into his warm wetness.

A Free Story - HE SAID HE DIDN'T MIND

 Here is Part One of a new free story:

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He said he didn't mind sharing my single bed. Pete was a fair-haired and cute twenty-year old and I was twenty-one, but sexually fairly inexperienced.

He had fallen out with his girlfriend, Caroline, and had come around to the house I shared with Colin. He needed somewhere to crash for the night.

There was Colin's room with his double-bed, which Colin frequently shared with various transient girlfriends and there was my room with my single bed.

Colin was unattached at that moment, so it made sense for Pete to share his double-bed, or make-do with the couch in the living room. But he said he didn't mind sharing my single bed.

Colin shrugged and went off to bed, no doubt to wank off to sexy dreams of some girl.

I'd known Pete for six months and he and Caroline seemed set to be together for life.

"I went home at the weekend and met up with some old friends. Ended up sleeping with an old girlfriend." Pete said ruefully. "Caroline has kicked me out."

What was it about straight guys? They seemed to have so much trouble keeping their cocks inside their trousers! Why would he risk a happy relationship for a quick one-night knee-trembler? And come to that why did they always call it "sleeping with", when it seemed to me that sleeping was very much a secondary activity!

Mind you I could see why girls would want to go with Pete. He was handsome in a very boyish way. His skin was smooth and unshaven apart from a little stubble produced from the tip of his chin. His collar-length hair was soft and pale brown, the sort you wanted to run your fingers through.

His face was on the cute side of handsome with a shapely nose, delicate lips and grey eyes that melted you when he smiled. His shoulders filled his shirt well, hinting at a compact and lightly muscular body underneath.

His trousers were always of interest, showing a fine bulge at the front. Often you could see his soft penis stretching down his tight trouser leg, indicating that he was a big boy. No wonder girls fawned after him!

Now he was volunteering to share my small single bed!

"I don't have any pyjamas, I sleep in the nude." I confessed when Colin had left us alone in the living room. Of course, Colin knew perfectly well that I slept naked, having joined me in my bed twice when we had shared a bedroom six months earlier. Nevertheless I felt more comfortable talking about my nudity when he had left the room.

"That's all right, so do I!" Pete replied, his face smiling slightly.

"My bed is small, there's bound to be contact." I warned him.

"I don't mind contact." He said enigmatically.

"It's bound to be intimate." I said, blushing.

"I don't mind intimate." Pete's eyes twinkled. "I was on the merchant ships for two years, remember, conditions were cramped and intimate."

I couldn't help but look down at his body, sitting on the couch. The left leg of his green corduroy trousers showed a distinct bulge several inches long, resting between material and thigh. Up in the crotch of his trousers there was a distinctive bulge of testicles. Pete was a big boy and all reservations about sharing my bed with him disappeared in a moment of lust and desire.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. Was this heterosexual young guy, implying he had fooled around with men on-board ship? Did he swing? Or did he simply mean that he was comfortable with male intimacy? Was he just saying that he was at ease and confident in his straight heterosexuality?

Pete stood up in front of me and stretched slowly with his hands high above his head. My eyes slid down to his left trouser leg to observe the intriguing, long bulge on his left thigh. Was he erect or just naturally big when soft?

I led him up the first flight of stairs of the small house. We paused outside Colin's room, the scene of so much heterosexual bonking that I had heard over the months.

"Want to freshen up?" I said, nodding to the bathroom door. "You'll find fresh towels in the cupboard." Pete nodded and turned to enter the bathroom. His green, ribbed-trousers hugged his round bum tightly. He smiled and shut the door on me.

I hurried up the second flight of stairs to my attic bedroom. I tidied the place up as best I could, and put the over-bed light on to shine down on my single bed, with its single duvet.

I sniffed the under-sheet and duvet. They smelled fresh enough.

I heard Colin cough from the room below me and felt a fear that he would, even now, steal Pete from me to enjoy the delights of his roomy double bed. Colin had a cruel streak in him and I fancied that he would take a delight in whisking Pete off to his bed.

Colin was a sexual predator and he had fooled me into thinking he loved me some months ago. His intention appeared to have been to humiliate me by using me sexually when he was between girlfriends. But that was another story.

I ripped my clothes off, threw my dressing gown on and hurried downstairs to pre-empt any snatch attempt from Colin.

I tapped on the bathroom door, loud enough so that Colin would hear too "Are you decent?" I called to Pete, which seemed an odd question, considering we were shortly to be buff-naked together in my bed.

"Pretty much." Pete's voice replied.

I opened the bathroom door to see Pete out of the shower, naked and drying himself with the large white towel. Teasingly his hands were stroking the towel over his thigh, with his back bent forward. The towel hid the object that I so longed to see.

But his chest was, as expected, smooth and nicely compact. He was a super-cute hunk. The revealed calves showed a thin dusting of fair hairs. He was gorgeous!

"OK if I take a quick shower?" I asked, wanting to get him into my bed as quickly as possible.

"Sure." Pete said in a lightly-lilting, deep voice that came straight from his lovely chest. His eyes surveyed me openly as I dropped my dressing gown and revealed my nakedness. "Good body!" Pete nodded in approval, seemingly not noticing my half-erection.

"Good body yourself!" I admired back, hoping Colin would hear us and be feeling some sort of perverted jealousy.

We both laughed heartily, which Colin would surely hear. It gave me a thrill to know that he would know we were naked together in the bathroom.

As I stepped into the shower, I missed Pete lifting the towel behind him and when I looked he had already drawn it across his front and was folding the end corner into his waist to cover himself.

I blinked under the water jets and noticed the fine bulge in the front of his towel. I found it hard to believe that soon I would be naked in bed with Pete's gorgeous nakedness.

He stood by the shower and I didn't close the glass door, so that Pete's eyes roved casually over my nudity, while I washed. It was such a thrill to have him inspect my naked flesh and casually admire my wet muscles. I now had a full blown erection on.

"Sorry about this." I said loudly over the sound of the water, while flicking my hard todge with my right hand.

"It happens, we guys are basically sexual animals." Pete shouted.

I knew Colin would be listening. What would he be thinking? He had probably settled down to a heterosexual wank and was having his thoughts interrupted by the voices of the two naked guys the other side of his wall.

"Normally I have more self-control. Don't know what's happening to me tonight." I said.

"It's cool! I don't mind at all!" Pete said and I turned around and glanced at the front of his towel. Did he have a stiffie on too? Or was it just his natural big-boy status?

His arms flexed and revealed a cute dusting of hair in his armpits. His muscles were lovely, just nicely developed. Caroline was one lucky girl to have him as a boyfriend. And if his manhood was what it appeared to be, then she was doubly lucky!

If he were my boyfriend I would never fall out with him, but always have him in my bed, even if he had played around. I would forgive him anything.

I flipped the shower off and without adjusting the volume of my voice I said loudly, "I'll just get dried and then we can go to bed."

"Yeah, I'm ready to hit the sack." Pete said. "Thanks again for letting me share your bed tonight." He added.

"You are very welcome!" I said, hurriedly drying myself.

"See you up there in a minute." Pete said and I watched the tight towel around his tight backside leave the bathroom.

I heard his light footsteps on the stairs. He hadn't been way-layed by Colin. He was mine tonight! Tonight was all I cared about! Who knows, tomorrow he would probably go back to Caroline, but tonight, tonight he was mine!

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Part two will follow shortly