At the end of 1998 I wrote "Ole George's Tale,"
a multi-part story that seemed to be well received.
I was asked to write a sequel, but I felt that the
characters in that story had been fully exploited.
So I wrote another story with different characters
set in a different time and place.
This is the usual nerdy disclaimer that is never read by most people who are in too much of a hurry to get to the juicy bits.
OK so here we go. Welcome to fantasy island. From here on in everyone and everything is fiction. None of the characters are based on anyone living or dead. So don't bother Emailing me asking for their addresses.
This story contains explicitly detailed sexual act between males, all of which, I can assure you, are physically possible.
If it is illegal for you to read this sort of stuff in your community I suggest that you move.
If you are under 18, please do your homework, assignments and other chores before continuing further.
If reading this type of story makes you physically sick, please ensure that you have a suitable, large, empty container to hand before reading on.
Author's Note.
This story has two main characters, Tim and Mark. Each, in turn, gets to tell his side of the story. You, the reader, may choose to read either or both parts, or press your browser's back button and read neither.
Getting a Life. Part 1 - Tim's tale
It all started one Monday morning on the Tube. I had just come off the night shift, I work at an answering service, I got on the train and took my seat. It was one of the cars with bench seats where you sit facing each other across the car. I found that I was sitting opposite a brute, a positive animal. He was large, well muscled and slouched in his seat with his massive legs wide apart. I estimated he was 2 or 3 years older than I was, say, about 25.
He must have just come off shift too, as he was half-asleep. Judging by his clothes he had been working on a construction site in the City. I also could not help but notice his crotch. He must have been either very large down there, or he was half- erect, because the bulge there was really, well, quite obscene.
As I watched it began to grow. I shot a glance at his face and found, to my horror, that he was watching me through half closed eyes. Needless to say I spent the rest of the journey staring out of the window, not an easy job when the train is running in the tunnel.
Oh, I may have had an occasional glance there, but none of it was intentional, if you know what I mean. I was most relieved when the train finally pulled into my station and I could get off.
I quickly made my way home through the all but deserted park. I didn't really feel safe until I was inside my little flat and the front door was firmly locked. Yes it is a very small place, but I am a tidy person and I don't need much room. The district suits me, quiet, a bit refined I like to think, and everyone minds their own business.
I don't really know any of the neighbours to speak to, we just nod in passing. You see I like to keep myself to myself. Oh, I have my hobbies, marquetry for example. I can spend hours carefully cutting the wood veneer until it fits perfectly. It gives me something to do when there is nothing to watch on the TV. I had though of taking up needlepoint, but I have always felt it is a bit too effeminate for a man.
True, I don't get out much, but I like a nice quiet life. That's why I enjoy the night shift, working alone and only meeting people via the phone. Oh, I do have friends but I like to keep them slightly at a distance. Women, for example, are quite nice as companions, but they do tend to get so physical, and I don't want any of that, thank you very much. I'm not really into sports as I find that going into a changing room, where there are a lot of naked men, very embarrassing. In fact there is far too much sex and nudity these days, if you ask me.
I suppose that I should have something more in my life, a dog for example. I spent my childhood with dogs, my folks run a puppy farm, breeding mainly German Shepherds. But I know exactly how much work a dog involves, so I live alone.
Anyway I never thought anymore about the brute until I got on the train the next morning, and there the brute was again, still sitting with his legs apart. I took a quick peek at his crotch and it was once more bulging. In fact, even as I watched, it grew. I shot a glance at his face. Oh my God! Not only had he noticed me looking, he was leering at me in the most disgustingly sexual way.
So I got up and moved to the little bit of the car beyond the end doors, fortunately this part of the car was empty. Then the brute just calmly got up and walked down towards me. He stopped and stood right in front of me holding on to one of the straps, his crotch bulging directly before my face. I nearly died. I didn't dare look him in the face, because I knew full well what I would see.
No matter how I tried to avoid it I found that I kept stealing looks at his swelling. I don't usually get sexually aroused unintentionally, but for some unknown reason I was reacting, and to my great annoyance, I could feel my own member beginning to grow. God what was happening to me? This brute was somehow controlling me. His manhood was massive, running horizontally over the left side of his hips, why I could even make out his balls underneath. Suddenly he made it twitch and I groaned. Now I knew I was covered in sweat.
When it came to my station I stood, fearful that he would not let me pass, but he moved slightly aside so I had to squeeze by him and I could feel his erection. For the first time I looked at his face, he was grinning, and a very dirty grin it was too. I left the train and positively fled to the sanctuary of my small home, not daring to look over my shoulder.
Wednesday I watched as the train pulled into my station and he was not to be seen in my usual car, so I got in and took my seat. There was neither hunt nor hair of him during the journey and by the time I had got home I had almost forgotten the entire thing.
Thursday he was not on the train again and I got off at my station, I walked through the park, its only other inhabitants at that hour are dog owners walking their pets. It was still dark and the few lampposts only made puddles of light here and there. I was passing a clump of bushes, overgrown privet I believe, when suddenly a large hand was wrapped firmly round my mouth and I was propelled into the bushes!
I was physically forced to turn and face my attacker, in the partial light I could just make out that it was that animal from the Tube!
"I'm gonna take my hand off your face, not one sound, or you will start hurting, OK?" he growled.
I nodded. I don't think that I could have made a sound even if I had tried. The hand was removed from my face and he placed his hands on my shoulders pressing heavily downwards.
"Down you go then." He said, forcing me to my knees.
I whimpered a bit as I was wearing my working trousers and the ground was quite wet and muddy. Once the hands had got me on my knees they transferred their grip to my head and I felt my face being drawn towards that swelling in his jeans. Without any apparent haste my face was rubbed over his erection.
"You've been wanting to do that all week Darlin', haven't you?" He said quietly. I was too confused to confirm or deny it.
Once more the hands changed position. The left one got a firm grip on my hair while the right calmly unzipped his jeans and pulled his manhood out into the open air! As I have said, I do not like being in the company of naked men, and this was the reason. Looking at their cocks does something to me. Now I had a large specimen right in front of my face.
Squinting at it I could see that it was large, uncircumcised, completely erect and, from the clear liquid that was coming out of the end, I could guess that its owner was in a high state of arousal. Fear made me nervously lick my lips, an action that was immediately misinterpreted.
"Can't wait, can you?" he said as he pulled back his foreskin.
As the big head of his weapon was exposed to the cool autumn air it began to steam slightly. The smell of a sexually aroused male began to fill the air. To my alarm my own manhood was swiftly growing.
The hand that had opened the flies now gripped the shaft and the wet head was rubbed across my face. Something akin to an electric shock went through my entire body. I shook from a mixture of fear and excitement. Then my head was rotated back, causing my mouth to open and the cock head was thrust in!
My brain started spinning, I could feel my heart racing, there was no way I could think straight and, down in my pants, I was as hard as a rock.
Somewhere in the distance I could hear the brute's voice quietly telling me what to do. What was even more disconcerting, I was following his every instruction like my life depended on it. I was running my tongue all over the head of it and I could see his hand moving up and down the shaft, he was jacking himself off in my mouth!
"OK, here comes breakfast, you lucky girl.' he said.
I would have made my resentment about being called a girl known if I had not had my mouth plugged, then it happened! With no other warning his cock bucked in my mouth and there was a load of slimy fluid in there too. Before I had quite registered the full horror of this it bucked again and there was more. God! Another man, a total stranger, was pumping his semen into my mouth. I tried to back off but he was holding me firmly by the hair.
My emotions were in total turmoil. I thought I should be sick, but something else was happening. Normally I don't really go in for sex much. I usually relieve myself just before things go too far and I wake up in a sticky bed after a strangely erotic dream, the details of which I can never fully recall after waking. Now I realised that I was very close to having an orgasm myself.
"Now just be a good girl and swallow. I'll get real mad if you spit it out." He said in a husky growl.
I swallowed as I was told. This triggered some sort of chain reaction. I'm not sure what it was, but somehow the act of kneeling before a huge brute in the open air and being forced to drink his semen, pushed me too far. To my eternal shame I realised that I was also reaching an orgasm and making a mess of my underwear.
When he had finished abusing me he pulled me to my feet and put his manhood back in his pants. I suppose that I should have taken to my heels and ran, but I was too confused to think about it.
"OK let's get off to your place." He said as he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the bushes and back onto the path.
"What?" I asked.
"That was just a starter, just to give you a taste of what you've got coming to you." He said pushing me along the path in the direction of my home. "I followed you yesterday, you live just up the road, nice little place by the looks of it."
Shaking with fear I led the way out of the park and down the street to my home. I unlocked the door and he followed me in, carefully making sure he locked the door behind him.
"Now look!" I said.
"Shut it and strip." He growled.
Naturally I did not want him to see the mess that I had made of myself, so I stubbornly refused.
"Do you want me to slap you around a bit first?" He asked.
It was all too much and I'm afraid that I began to cry. The next thing that I knew I was being hugged in those big arms of his, and as I looked up to see the expression on his face I discovered it was much closer to mine that I had thought. Two surprisingly soft lips met mine and he kissed me. No one in my entire life had ever hugged me, let alone kiss me in a sexual manner. Suddenly I realised that there was another human being that wanted me, physically, and the effect was staggering.
Long before I had got over the shock of the kiss, I felt his tongue worming its way through my lips. I was unable to resist and soon he was running it round my teeth. His hands slipped to my buttocks and he started massaging them. Our groins were pressed together and I could feel his manhood pressing against mine. Next he began to take over my breathing, sucking the air out of my lungs and blowing it back in. Only when I began to go weak at the knees did he stop.
This sudden change from brutish animal to overwhelming male knocked me completely sideways. One second he was threatening me with force, the next he was, well, protective, but taking control of me. A strange warm fuzzy feeling began to envelop me. Emotionally I was not equipped to handle this.
"You taste of cum, now be a good girl and strip." he said.
"But I'm not a girl." I protested. Unfortunately the stress of the last few minutes had forced my voice into my upper register and it came out too high, which made him grin.
"Strip, because I'm going to use you like you were a girl." He said, as he began undoing my belt and I slowly started to do as I was told.
First I stripped to the waist but became very reluctant about removing my trousers. He undid the zip and pulled them down. This exposed my stained underwear and I looked at the floor my face scarlet with shame.
"Hmm it seems like I really did turn you on in the park after all. Like it a bit rough, do you?" He asked.
I shook my head. He pulled down my underpants and made me step out of them, then held them up to his nose and sniffed.
Dangling the soiled garment before my face he said, "These are calling you a liar."
I had no answer and just stood there while he stripped and dropped his clothes on the floor, he didn't even fold them. Soon he stood before me naked. He had a dark, hairy chest. It was very broad and manly. His waist was not very trim but it had the look of muscle about it rather than fat. His arms could break me in two and the legs were like tree trunks. Between those legs hung his member. At the moment it was about half-mast, engorged enough to lengthen it, but not enough to make it rise. It made me shiver because it seemed to hold such hidden menace.
"OK, which way do you want it?" He asked.
My blank look must have given the game away.
"Oh, you're a closet case. Never done it before?" He asked.
Sheepishly I nodded.
"Well you are in luck. Virginity is curable and I'm just the man to do it. Let's go see what you have around that will help." He said. Then without so much as, by your leave, he walked into my bathroom and started rummaging around in the cabinet.
"I suppose this will have to do." He said, removing the jar of Vaseline that I had bought last winter when I had chapped lips. With that he dragged me over to the bed and told me to lie on my face, which I very reluctantly did.
"OK, since this is your first time, and I am such a nice guy, I'll be as gentle as I can and explain things as I go along." He said, parting my buttocks with his hands.
I have never felt so exposed and vulnerable in my life. Then I felt warm air being blown over my crack. The next thing I knew he was kissing me there!
"What are you doing?" I cried out.
"Men always stick in their tongues and fingers before they shove in their meat." He said then went back to kissing me. God, he needed a shave.
To tell the truth he was very gentle, but I was still surprised when I felt his tongue touch me there. Well I mean, it was too disgusting to even think about, but it did feel good. His tongue then began probing and trying to get into me. I relaxed and it slid in! The sensation of a warm, wet, but oh so soft, tongue worming around my anal sphincter was astounding. I knew that I really should have been revolted but I found that I was actually wriggling around trying to give him better access to my innards. In fact when he removed it I was rather sorry.
"Yer lovin' it, ain't ya?" he said with some relish, and I could only agree.
Next a finger entered me. Now this was not the first time that had happened. As a teenager, a doctor had given me a rectal examination. He had been very nice about it and told me exactly what he was going to do and what might happen. Despite this warning when he touched something in there I instantly became erect and nearly died of shame, although the Doctor was very understanding.
This time it was different. First there was no surgical glove and second, the finger did not just brush the spot, it went right for it and began to rub it. I became almost painfully erect and a moan escaped my lips.
"Now if you like it when my finger does it, just try to imagine what it will feel like with my cock in there." He said in a voice that just dripped with sexual lust.
I could feel my self-control slipping again. I was fast losing my ability to concentrate. I knew deep down that I should be trying to stop him but that damned finger was driving me wild with lust.
I got a moment's respite when he removed it to apply some of the Vaseline. This was to grease me up and ease his passage, he said. But I noticed that there were now two of his fingers in me and they were teasing my sphincter open as they excited me. When the third finger slid in I asked him what he was doing.
"Just slackening your ring so you can take my meat without it hurting." He replied.
I must have drifted off on a cloud of ecstasy because the next thing that I noticed the entire palm of his hand was in there and all four fingers were moving around inside me. Of course I should have complained, but then, he might have stopped.
Actually just after that he did stop and slowly removed his fingers. I have never felt so empty in my life. The exclamation, "No!" sprang unbidden to my lips.
"It's all right, girl, your gonna get something much better up there just as soon as I grease myself up", he said as he reached for the Vaseline jar again.
"OK, now just do what I say and everything will be nice and pleasant, but if you try to fight back, or try to stop me, it will feel like I'm shoving a red hot poker up you. Got it?" He said.
I nodded, not trusting my voice as I was shaking with fear.
"Good. Now I want you to hold your buns apart, an' let the dog see the rabbit."
I did as I was told and felt the tip of his manhood touch the entrance to my back passage. God this was not happening to me, I would wake up and find it all a dream.
"Right, relax and just take it." He said as he began pushing.
In truth I must admit that his "meat" as he called it, was not of greater girth than the palm of his hand had been and so the rather bulbous head entered me without any pain. As it slid over "that" spot the arousal of my lust reached new heights, just as he had predicted. However what was now entering me was going further in than his fingers had gone and I felt myself begin to tighten. He must have been ready for it, because he eased off almost all the pressure to enter me.
"Just try to relax and be a good girl. You are doing fine so far, I'll soon be right up you." He said.
I got quite mad at being referred to as a girl again after my previous protests so I tried to force him out using my internal muscles. To my dismay exactly the opposite happened, he slid right in and, before I could stop him, I was firmly impaled.
"My, you are a good girl, you really know how to take a man and make him happy. Now I'm just going to stop for a little while to let you get used to the feeling of me being inside you. Then I'm gonna fuck ass."
The last words were emphasised and struck fear into me. That meat of his was now all the way into me, and the brute was about to abuse me in his quest for sexual satisfaction. He wasn't even treating me like a fellow male, he was using me like a girl should be used. However, on the other hand, it did feel nice in there and I had a peculiar urge to please him.
"OK, before we start, what's your name? I always like to know who I'm screwing."
"Tim." I replied.
"Right Tim, my name is Mark, and now I'm gonna fuck you." He said beginning to move his hips.
Immediately two sensations hit me simultaneously, the first was the rather pleasant feeling of my over filled bowels being emptied and the second was the much more intense one of the length of his member being pulled over my hot spot. Together they entirely took my breath away. Then he reversed the direction. The feeling of him moving over my spot remained the same, but the feeling of my bowels being refilled with him was a novel one.
"Oh my God!" I cried.
"Like it?" He asked.
I nodded.
"I said you would. You've been begging to get it in there since Monday." He said as he picked up speed.
I could make no reply. I was being driven mad by the sensory overload that my body was being subjected to. Never in my life have I been exposed to such intense and prolonged pleasure. If he kept fucking me until he killed me I would die happy. For the first time I realised that having sex with another person was the most exciting thing in the world.
He might be misusing my body for his own perverted pleasure, but I didn't care, I just wanted more. The continuous thrusting was rubbing my own meat up and down the bedclothes. Despite the fact that I had had a spontaneous orgasm earlier I knew that the impossible was about to happen, I was going to have two in the same day.
I could hear his breathing becoming ragged and his thrusting became more abandoned. Desperately I tried to hold back.
"Tim baby, here it comes." He yelled.
It is difficult to describe in words what happened. He began to buck inside me and I could actually feel the shaft swell as his seed rushed down the length of it and deep into me. He grunted and made a small thrust and once more he bucked and filled me. About here my own body began to take over. I began thrusting my hips to produce that wonderful sensation of my manhood against the bedclothes and at the same time I moved myself up and down that thrusting pole of his. In my mind something exploded and I was barely conscious of my own seed messing the bed, and do you know, I didn't care at all.
When we were still, I drifted about on a cloud of emotions. I could feel Mark catching his breath on top of me. Inside me his manhood would give a little jerk every time I twitched my ass. In my mind's eye I could see the little dribbles of his cum spurt out of the end of it. His sweat was dripping off him and running down my body. The brute had ravished me and I had found my way to Heaven.
"Wow girl!" He said, "You really know how to treat a man right. Let's get cleaned up." He began to withdraw,
"No!" I cried reaching back and grabbing his buttocks in an attempt to stop him leaving me.
"I can't stay up you forever." He said pulling himself backwards against my feeble attempts to stop him.
The feeling of him withdrawing was the saddest thing I have ever experienced. I felt so empty. I just lay on the bed whimpering. He lifted me bodily and carried me the short distance to the bathroom and placed me on the toilet seat. I sat there watching him cleaning his member in my washbasin. I could feel his spent seed slowly leaving me and I couldn't even stop it.
I was finally galvanised into speaking when he casually began to relieve himself in my washbasin.
"Hey! Can't you do that in the toilet." I said.
"Not when there is a little girly sitting down to pee on it." He was grinning at me.
"And don't call me a girl." I snapped.
"Girls get fucked..." He pointed out.
I went into a sulk, finished cleaning myself up and got off the loo.
He grabbed me in his arms and pulled me tight against him. Then we kissed while his fingers gently explored my back passage. I ran my fingers over his buns feeling the powerful muscles that had been used to drive his shaft in and out of me. Again I felt all warm and fuzzy.
When he broke from the kiss he told me that I was all wet and soppy back there, just like a freshly fucked girl should feel. A wave of humiliation swept over me and I could feel myself going red. But being held in those arms of his was somehow very comforting. Somehow for the first time in my life I felt that I belonged to someone. Mark had got inside my defences and I couldn't hold him at arm's length anymore.
"Any chance of breakfast?" He asked.
He caught me off guard with that one, as my thoughts were elsewhere. "What would you like?" I asked.
"How about a fry-up? Y'know; bacon, sausage, egg and beans?" He asked cheerfully.
"No chance!" I was horrified at the very suggestion of such an unhealthy meal. "You'll not get a `heart attack on a plate' from me. But I'll see what I can find for you. Do you like Muesli"
"Nope! Have you got any human food." He joked.
I washed out the basin before I washed my hands in it. Then I went and put on my dressing gown and looked in the deep freeze. There is this little delicatessen shop that I know of which does gourmet frozen dinners and I keep a small stock for emergencies. I ferreted around and came up with a packet marked "Chateaubriand for Two". So I reckoned that with a packet of mixed vegetables and a packet of duchess potatoes would manage to keep the wolf from his door for a while. So I started microwaving them.
"Got any beer." Came the shout from the lounge. As it just happened there was. Mind you it has been cluttering up my fridge door since my cousin visited six months ago. I took him a can and found him sprawled on my settee, naked, channel hopping with the TV remote. He accepted the can with a grin, slid his hand up my leg and gave my left buttock a squeeze.
"Yer a lovely lass. Give us a kiss." He said pulling me towards him. In the end I found that I was sitting on his lap naked. Apparently he preferred me without my clothes. A ding from the microwave stopped things from going too far and I got up to deal with it.
"What's wrong with your TV?" He asked as I stood up, "Is that the best picture that you can get?"
"Oh, there is something wrong with the cable connector." I said as I went to take care of his meal.
When I returned to set the table he was sitting on the floor by the back of the TV set fiddling with the end of the cable. He plugged it back in and, to my surprise, there was a perfect picture on the screen.
"There is something wrong with the plug on the vacuum cleaner, you'll find it in that cupboard." I said getting ready to make a dash for the safety of the kitchen. But he calmly went off and got the machine out of the cupboard, found the toolbox in there that I got 3 Christmases ago and never used, and began work. By the time I was placing the food on the plate I could hear the vacuum cleaner running beautifully.
I placed his food on the table. He said "Wow!" and began to tuck in. I got myself a bowl of Muesli and joined him. There is a certain satisfaction watching a large man wolf down a meal that you have prepared, if not cooked, for him.
As he ate I watched him. No one could describe him as pretty. He did have an attraction but it was a very animalistic one. He just looked sexy. When he looked at me I could see in his eyes that he wanted to take me again and it made me feel all funny inside.
"You sure can cook, girl." He said when he finished his plate and I moved to clear it away. It made me blush and then he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and it made me feel all hot and bothered.
"Let's get the washing up done before we start any more of that sort of thing." I said wriggling free of his exploring hands. To my surprise he followed me into the kitchen grabbed a tea towel and began drying as I washed.
After we were finished and I was putting things away his hands started wandering again. He was too big and strong for me to resist, so I gave in and let him investigate my body. In fact it was a really exciting experience to have all my body explored by those big rough hands that were actually so gentle. He was arousing me and, pressing against my belly, was distinct evidence that he was in the same state.
"You need fucked again?" He asked and I felt my head nod.
He got me on my hands and knees on my kitchen floor and mounted me like I was a dog. I was still relaxed enough to take him from the last time and the entry was no problem. Holding me firmly by the hips he bodily moved me up and down the length of his shaft. It was like he was masturbating himself with my body. The same sexual excitement was building in me again. I now I wanted more than he was giving me. He was a brute and he should be taking me like one.
"Can you do it harder?" I asked.
"Sure. Just tell me if I get too rough." He said as he got a firmer grip on me and really began to slam into me. The feeling of pleasure began to build up to a crescendo when a large callused hand wrapped itself around my raging hard on and began pumping it in time with his thrusts. I could not withstand an attack from both sides and my third incredible orgasm of that morning engulfed me. As I felt him pull the seed out of me I could still manage to perceive the sensation of him shooting yet another load into my belly.
In slow motion we collapsed onto the floor, and again I could feel his sweat running down my body. This time he did not withdraw and I enjoyed the sensation of that mighty member of his slowly change from brutal and rock hard to gentle and flaccid.
When he finally got off me and helped me to my feet I suggested a bath and he agreed. He watched with some amazement as I tried to light the gas water heater. He gently moved me aside and looked at it. Then he left and returned with the tool kit. To my utter astonishment he began to dismantle the thing. Eventually he asked for a needle and used it to poke a hole clean, then he put it all together, lit a match to the pilot flame and, for the first time in ages, it lit! Then he turned on the hot tap and the main jets lit all on their own. I was surprised.
"How can you live in a place like this?" he asked, "Nothing works."
"Oh, I manage somehow." I said hunting out the bath foam and some clean towels.
As we waited for the bath to fill he was standing behind me and he wrapped his arms round me. Once more this had the strange effect on me of making me feel like I belonged to him, or at least we were somehow together. I had never had any form of physical intimacy with another human before and it was affecting me in ways that I had never dreamed possible. I wriggled my buns against him, not in the hope of arousing him but more because it felt nice.
"How did a big ugly bastard like me ever pull a cute little number like you?" he asked.
"By dragging me into the bushes and having your way with me." I said. Funny, I had never really thought of myself as "cute". I suppose that I was fairly good looking. Women always want to touch me but I think that I tend to bring out the maternal instinct in them. But he really fancied me, it made me feel good.
"Yeah, I did come on a bit strong, didn't I. The trouble is, I could see you fancied me but you were too shy to make the first move, and I'm not very good at picking people up, they usually pick me up. So I just went for it." He said sheepishly.
He got in the bath and sat down, motioned me to get in and stand up. Then he washed me from head to toe, something that has not happened to me since I was about four years old.
When he was finished we changed ends and I washed him. His body was breathtaking and I was being allowed to touch all of it. Those muscles, just running my hands over them made me hot. The hairy chest and navel were so sexy. His buns were rock hard when he flexed them yet so soft when he relaxed them.
Round the front I got my first good long look at another man's equipment. The balls hung quite low and were slightly asymmetrical. His member was massive compared to mine. It dropped down well below his balls and the head was completely covered with foreskin. It felt strange to pull back someone else's foreskin. The head was big and rather coarse looking. All in all, a most fearsome weapon.
His legs, as I have said, were like two hairy tree trunks. Each was at least the girth of both of mine. In fact by the time I got below his knees I realised that his calves were about the girth of my thighs. Even his toes were hairy.
When I had washed him he lay back in the bath and pulled me on top of him and began to kiss and cuddle me once more. Again that strange feeling of euphoria swept over me. I was wrapped in the arms of this brute and I was so happy I was nearly crying.
After a while the water began to get cold and we began to wrinkle so we got out and had all the fun of drying each other. There was so much of him to dry, it was more like rubbing down a horse. Then we went to bed. He went out like a light while I stayed awake for a while to ponder. Then I snuggled up in his arms and drifted off myself.
When I woke I found that I was alone in the bed. This at first seemed normal then I remembered, called out his name but, apart from myself, the house was empty. Oh God I had lost him and, apart from running into him in the Tube, I had no way of finding him again. My recently so happy little world began to cave in on itself.
To be Continued.
Getting a Life part 1 - Mark's tale.
I'm an electrician. With a couple of mates we work as a "rescue squad". If your electrical installation is way behind schedule, you hire us, we work nights and weekends to bring you back in line with your contract again, but at a price. I'm good, I have the knack of holding an entire circuit diagram in my head, so I'm fast too. The other pair do the rough work, I do all the clever stuff.
Anyway, I had just had a nice weekend with a silly queen who likes gorillas. I'm the gorilla and he wanted to have some rough, wild sex where he thought he was in some danger. Naturally to play this scene properly I must appear as barely house broken.
He made the mistake of taking me to a posh new gay restaurant so there was plenty of room for me to make boo-boos. For example when the waiter asked me if I would like a drink to start with I ordered a pint of beer. This just about took the waiter out and my antics amused him the whole evening. Especially the comment that I made when he arrived at the table with a pepper grinder that would not have looked out of place hanging between the hind legs of a male donkey.
After that it was just a question of always using the wrong knife and fork to keep my trick on tender hooks. I didn't have to eat off my knife, lick my plate or even wipe my nose on my sleeve, he was as nervous as a cat at a dog show. This got him suitably excited for the rest of the evening and then we went to his place and I fucked him silly.
Sunday evening I got a panic stricken call from a sub-contractor. The wiring up of the air conditioning in a new office building just had to be completed by next weekend or the sky would fall in. I quoted a price that made him suck air through his teeth and pause. I then asked him what the penalty clause said about the matter, and he saw the light. It was my usual system, no money until the job is done, then cash in hand with no questions asked.
So by Monday morning I was bone tired horny and half-asleep on the Tube home when this absolute queen walked on and sat opposite me. She was very pretty, not handsome, just pretty, jet- black hair and the pale skin that will never take a suntan. Stunning brown eyes that made her look like some frightened young animal. Pure bitch mind you, nice tight little body, cute ass and a face that would look very nice with a cock stuck in it, mine for example. She looked so innocent that I had an almost overwhelming urge to debauch the bitch on the spot.
As I was horny I had half a stiffy which seemed to catch her interest, so I let things grow a bit. While I was looking she dragged her eyes off my rising cock long enough to look at my face and discovered that I was watching. The poor thing nearly wet herself and spent the rest of the journey pretending to look out of the window, but she still managed the occasional glance at what took her fancy. The stop before mine she got off the train and took off like the hounds of Hell were nipping at her heels. It made me smile.
Next morning she got on at the same stop, sat opposite me then went down to the far end of the car, where there are just a few seats. For a laugh I got up and joined her, dangling some prime meat right in her face She had the greatest job pretending it wasn't there, pity that the poor bitch's cock told more of the truth than she would have liked. When she got up to get off I made sure that she rubbed good and hard up against me just so she knew what she was missing. This time she took off like a bat out of Hell.
The following morning I arrived at the Tube a bit early and I must have caught the train ahead of hers. Just out of curiosity I got off at her stop and waited by the news-stand until the next train pulled in. There she was, not paying any attention, so I followed her home. Nice sort of place she has.
Thursday morning I deliberately set off to catch the earlier train, got off at her stop and went into the park she cut through on her way home. There were some convenient bushes, not to close to any of the lights and I hid there. My wait was not a long one, when she arrived I grabbed her and forced her into the bushes.
Now if you are going to dominate someone the trick is: keep them off balance, never give them time to think. So about 30 seconds later there she is on her knees, on the nice muddy ground, licking her lips at the prospect of sucking my cock. After a very short interval she has her heart's desire, a man's weapon filling her face and, since I was hot it took no time for me to dump my load in her mouth, well I hadn't shot since very early Sunday morning. She was an obedient little thing and did as she was told. I like that as I hate having to repeat myself.
Now doing it outside is fun, but there were a lot of dogs being walked and I didn't want one of them sniffing us out. I don't get on well with dogs. So I dragged her to her feet, put my meat away and told her that we could finish things off in the comfort of her home. She looked dead worried about that, those eyes of hers got really big, maybe she had a boyfriend already, but she didn't look the type. By the time I got her inside it was obvious that she lived alone, the place was far too tidy.
Once we were safely inside I told the little darling to get 'em off and she got all uppity, so I offered to slap her around a bit, y'see some of them like that. However this one went pure white with fear. Oops a big boo-boo on my part. So I quickly changed tack and cuddled her. Judging by the way that she clung onto me I had hit the jackpot, so I went right into some heavy snogging.
Wow, did she ever go for that. By the time I had my tongue round her teeth there was no resistance left, so just to be a devil, I inhaled through my mouth and sucked all the air out of her. Obviously this had never happened before because she just about passed out in my arms. I felt some of that emotional crap building up inside me, but I slammed it back down.
The poor little darling seemed to have some delusions of gender and objected to being called a girly but I soon straightened that out. Eventually she began to strip mind you I had to help out in the end. Then I found out why she was so reluctant, I had made the bitch cream her knickers. Even when I dangled the evidence before her eyes she seemed to want to deny it.
Naked her cute little butt looked even more inviting. Her body was slim, pale and the only patch of hair was her rather small bush. It being black contrasted nicely with her skin. Her cock was uncut and quite a reasonable size. It would give me something to hold onto when I was riding her.
I stripped off and let her see what a lucky girl she was. After she had feasted her eyes and got really turned on with my body I offered her a choice of position, I'm good that way. A blank look went across her face and the final bit of the puzzle dropped into place. The bitch had never done it before.
How the Hell had I missed that one? Oh, I've had it happen to me a couple of times before. They have led a sex life of fantasy, then they meet me and all of a sudden the fantasy becomes real and they freak out. Oh well time to take it easy and lead the poor dear through it.
After rummaging around I found some Vaseline, not my favourite, but it would do. I got her on the bed and I decided to liven her life a bit by rimming her. This really blew her mind. Basically she loved it, but her inhibitions were telling her it was indecent. So I just kept it up until the inhibition was history. It is amazing what the stimulation of pleasure can do to a person.
She obviously lived in a prison of her own inhibitions. Oh well, she might be all prim and proper now, but by the time I was finished with her, she'd be man mad. Actually when I stopped I got the impression that she would liked me to go on a bit longer, but I had other ideas for using that ring of hers.
Just a little bit inside that ring is a hot spot, the prostate gland, to give it its proper name. If this is massaged it would give a corpse a stiffy. I was willing to bet real money that this particular prostate had never had a good working over. About 2 minutes later I could have collected my bet. The poor dear was writhing about on the bed like a she-cat in heat. Good God she just couldn't get enough of it.
So while she was enjoying herself I was busy doing two other things: first I was working as much Vaseline into her as possible, and second I was slackening that ring as fast as I could. If she tried to take me cold I would most likely rip her and I hate the sight of blood, even when it isn't mine.
I must admit I'm good at this. Why by the time I had her loosened up and ready she didn't want to let me have my hand back. Still if you can get 4 fingers up a virgin ass without any screaming you must be good.
Next I had to get a much more interesting bit of me inside her. Now here the trick is to get them to relax, because if they seize up on you all Hell breaks loose. So I told her what to do, and that got about half of me in then, as I had expected, she began to clamp up on me. This it the point where you must back off instantly. As soon as I had done that the silly girl tried to push me out. This action causes her ass to relax totally and slipping the rest of me into her was a piece of cake.
I don't know why it is, but all males seem to find it fascinating to be the first one to have their cock in a virgin, and I am no exception. Feeling the warm, tight grasp of her ass encasing my cock and knowing that no cock had ever been there before was rapturous. This was her first man and I was going to be the first to fuck her and leave my load in her. God it felt good.
While she was getting used to having a man inside her I asked her name, well I like to be introduced, then you know what to call out when you cum. The formal part over, I began to move my hips. Slowly at first as I didn't want her to get frightened. It was working a treat, the bitch was meeting me thrust for thrust after the first minute or so.
I would really liked to have fucked her for a good long time, but knowing that I was taking her cherry, excited me and I could feel the pressure of my load building up. As I got to the short strokes I realised that I was taking the bitch with me. Oh dear she was going to cum all over her nice candlewick bedspread. But what the Hell I was already shooting and I didn't give a damn. God, it felt good to fill her up. Not bad for a first fuck, later we could work round to some of the kinkier stuff.
Hell's teeth getting my cock back was a hard job, the bitch wanted to keep it in her. I ended up having forcibly to pull it out of her. Then she just lay there looking fucked, so I picked her up and took her to the toilet before she made any more mess of the bed.
She got a bit sniffy about me peeing in the basin but I soon straightened her out on that score. Finally I decided to push my luck and try for breakfast. Obviously there was no chance of a man's breakfast, because all she would offer was bird food, but in the end she decided she could find something.
So while she busied herself in the kitchen I decided to see what was on TV. I yelled for a beer and was somewhat surprised to get one. She was wearing a bathrobe but I soon got her out of that, I like them running about naked as it saves a lot of time when you feel like it. The TV picture was crap. I found that the conductor on the coax feed from the cable was loose so I put it back and, bingo, it worked.
Now the cunning girl said that her vacuum cleaner was on the blink. I found it, with of all things, a nice little tool kit, which by the looks of it had never been used. I opened the plug and found a right mess. By the time I had made off the cable and closed up the plug she was placing the food on the table.
I'll say this for her, she certainly knows how to look after a man. Not only is she a good lay, she knows how to feed a man too. Decent grub in man-sized portions. So whilst I tucked into some nice roast beef, she started pecking at some of that bird food crap that wankers eat for breakfast.
After we had washed up she began making the sort of noises that they make when the need reaming out again, so I took her like the bitch she was, doggy style, right there on the kitchen floor. My God she was so taken with it that she wanted me to fuck her harder. Nothing easier, I just let the brakes off a bit, then jacked her off as we went along.
Now this was not just for her benefit, I've noticed that if you make a bitch cum while you are doing something to her she tends to link the pleasure from cuming with whatever was being done to her, in this case, fucking. Considering it was her third orgasm that morning she sure came a lot. Mind you I did my bit and filled her ass for her. I now had a feeling in my water that she would really go for some rough sex. Next time I might just test this theory out.
When I dismounted her she suggested a bath. I almost did not believe it. She had a gas water heater and she was lighting it with matches! I grabbed the tool kit, stripped the heater down and cleaned out the pilot jet. Shit, how can anyone live in a place where fuck all works properly?
Eventually we had a bath. She seemed to like being washed and she made a meal of washing me. It seems that my lesson in cuddling had worked because she was quite happy to spend as long as she could with my arms wrapped round her. To tell the truth I kinda liked her there, all snuggling up close to me, not just because I wanted to fuck her, it just felt, well, nice. I'd have to watch that, after what happened the last time.
We got out before the bath water was completely cold, dried off, which was fun, and went to bed. I dropped off instantly but woke up on time. I had a few things to do before I went back to work, so I quietly got dressed. Well if I woke her she'd just want fucking again. So I just softly slipped out the door and left.
To be Continued.
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