Plastered

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Plastered

Dougie and I had been friends since the very first day at secondary school. As two, totally lost, 12-year-olds we sort of got together, more out of fear of the unknown than anything else. Three years later, at the age of 15, I got the hots for Dougie, but sadly he did not reciprocate my lust, however we stayed friends. Oh, if he was in the right mood, he would muck about with me, I'd get to touch him up and make him go hard, but that was the limit. Also, there was always something between me and his hard cock, his jeans, his sleeping bag, his Speedos, I never got my sticky little fingers on his naked manhood. Then Betty came along and totally eclipsed me in Dougie's department of sexual lust.

So, by the age of 18, we were still firm friends and, if Dougie was feeling sexy, I could still get away with making a pass at him. Perhaps I should also mention that I could still make him hard, this puzzled me, I mean, he had Betty for that sort of thing. Of course I had some gay partners by that time, so I didn't go wanting. However Dougie was still there, an unattainable goal, but still a challenge, and, given his looks and build, a very attractive challenge at that. I don't really know why he kept me as a friend, knowing that I was after him. Perhaps having a gay guy drooling over him stroked his ego.

We took a gap-year, a free year between finishing school and beginning university, and that is where our little tale begins. Oh, we had great plans, we intended to 'do' France that summer. For his 17th birthday his parents had given him a motorbike and he had passed his test, getting his full licence. Now he was mobile, and he could legally take a pillion passenger. So equipped with a tent and sleeping bags we were all but ready to set off for France. Betty, who did not fancy living in a tent all summer, was safely out of the picture. Maybe, without her, Dougie might become sexually frustrated enough for me to be in with a chance. Ah, of such boyish daydreams sexual fantasies are made!

About a week before we were due to leave, he called round to my house to give me a lift to a cricket match some 50 miles away. I never did find out why he was pissed off that day, but I could tell he was miffed the moment I laid eyes on him. This would not be one of the days that I would get a quick feel. He handed me his spare crash helmet and I put it on, immediately I could smell Betty's perfume.

"Get on! And keep your hands off my cock," he said.

As I had no intention of going anywhere near his manhood, I was a bit hurt. However, I climbed on the back of the bike and contented myself with hugging him round the waist. Mind you, his tempting bulge was just inches below my fingers, but I didn't dare make any move towards it. I just sat behind him, sporting a most painful erection. Well, we wore our jeans rather tight in those days.

We were about halfway there when it happened. To this day I could take you to the very spot. We were, belting down the road, well over the speed limit, trees flashing by, then, just as we crossed the railway bridge...

Nothing!

My memory just abruptly stopped and there was a total blank. Later I found out that the process is called 'post traumatic amnesia', and in my case about 15 minutes of my life went missing, on a permanent basis.

My next recollection was coming round in the hospital. At first things were very vague, just my mother's voice telling me that I had been in an accident. She never mentioned Dougie, and I couldn't remember how to talk, so I couldn't ask her. Then her squeezing my hand and, for some unknown reason, bursting into tears when I squeezed back. Nurses and doctors fussing round me, after that, more blank spots when I drifted off again. Eventually the world began to get its act together, it straightened itself out, became a bit more rational and I found that I could rejoin it. A nurse looked at me carefully and smiled, I tried to smile back, it was an effort.

"Ah, back with us, Dennis?" she asked.

I nodded, and instantly wished that I hadn't.

"I'll get a doctor," she said, and she left the room.

After a moment I tried to sit up, only to discover that I was rather efficiently tied to the bed, not the sort of thing you expect in a hospital, then the doctor arrived. I must have still been struggling because his opening words were, "Lie still, we had to immobilise you as you kept pulling your drips out."

He was right, there were tubes leading from inverted bottles to both of my arms. He began untying me as he spoke.

"No doubt you'll have a lot of questions and at the moment speech is difficult, so I'll try to anticipate most of them, and just give you the answers. You were in a road accident, about 4 days ago. Since then you have been in a coma. You were totally out for 3 days, but you have been slowly coming back over the last 24 hours. You friend is in orthopaedics, with both arms broken and several other fractures, none of which are life threatening. As far as we can tell you only suffered a blow to the head, but we'll be keeping you in for observation until we are sure," he paused, looked quizzical and added, "Do you understand?"

Not wishing to try nodding again I managed to croak, "Yes."

"Try not to move too much, you have a catheter running into your bladder and you do not want to pull on it, believe me!"

I slid a hand under the covers and discovered he was telling the truth, there was a fucking pipe running right into my willy!

"Now your mother is waiting to see you. Unfortunately the nurse informed her of your condition and she is just about tearing the hospital apart to get in here. Given your present condition I'm limiting her to 5 minutes," he said.

We'll skip over mother's 5 minutes if you don't mind. Let's just say they were the longest 5 minutes of my life, you all know what mothers are like.

A couple of days later, when they were shifting me from intensive care to the neurological ward, they took me in a wheelchair to see Dougie. Apparently this was for his benefit, not mine, as he had gone a bit paranoid. He had convinced himself that he had killed me, and they were just telling him I was unconscious to stop him from fretting. He had not lost consciousness at the accident and he had last seen my, seemingly dead, body being loaded on to an ambulance, then driven away with the all the pretty lights flashing and the heehaw blaring.

For my part I was rather shocked to see the state that he was in. He had obviously cornered the market in Plaster-of-Paris. Most of his upper torso was now encased in it. Both arms were sheathed in the ruddy stuff, and they were sticking up in the air at very odd angles. However the smile on his face when he saw me lifted my spirits.

They left us together and we chatted about what had happened. I discovered that we had rounded a blind corner only to find a parked car blocking our path. Since we were going Hell-for-leather, there was no chance of missing it, and we hit it square on. I went right over it and more or less landed on my crash helmet. Dougie went through the rear window of the car. Apparently the firemen did more damage to the car getting him out than he did to it getting in. A point he took great pride in. Needless to say our crash helmets were the only reason we survived the accident.

Dougie was also bored to death, stuck in a private room, his parents are quite wealthy and they could afford it. So he asked if I could share it with him. This did not cause any great problems. Neurology wanted to keep an eye on me and Dougie's room was as good a place as any. A second bed was wheeled in and I was put in it. The room was quite a luxurious place, with a shower and toilet en suite. Of course as it was intended for only one patient it had no screens, like they provide for privacy in the general wards.

The next morning I was treated to the most amusing sight of Dougie getting a bed bath from one of the young nurses. Needless to say, the funny part was watching him try to control his cock. But no matter how red he went or how much he sweated, up it came. The nurse took it all in her stride and even joked about it. I had to retreat to the shower room to have a good laugh.

That night, after they had tucked us in and wished us good night, we lay talking.

"So you fancy the young nurse who washed you?" I asked, teasingly.

"Look mate, it has well over a week since I had a wank, even a sheep would be in danger, if I could lure it close enough!"

"How would you get it to jump up on the bed?" I mused.

"I'd figure out a way!"

"So you wouldn't mind if my hands got on your cock?"

There was an extra long silence.

"Well, if Betty comes to visit tomorrow, I could step outside and guard the door while she gives you a blow job," I said, still winding the poor bugger up.

He gave a groan, "Betty doesn't suck cock."

This surprised me, but I didn't let it show.

"Well I suppose she could climb on top and sit on it," I said, continuing to enjoy myself.

"We're saving that sort of thing until we're married."

Now that, did make me jump.

"So what do you do?"

"If you must ruddy well know, she lets me finger her and she wanks me off," he said, sounding slightly pissed off.

I could tell from his voice that he was speaking the truth, but it still surprised me. I was 'going all the way' with my gay friends and I had assumed that Dougie and Betty were banging like a shithouse door.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I said, getting out of bed.

I walked over to his bed and pulled down the bedclothes. Apart from the plaster straight jacket he was naked. His beautiful cock was resting on his balls and pointing to his feet. Knowing how to turn him on, I put one hand on his knee and slowly ran it up his leg, keeping to the inside of his thigh as much as possible. This time he made no effort to control his reactions and, by the time I reached his nuts, his weapon was pointing to ceiling and beating in time with his heart. In the dim illumination of the night light I could see the head of it just peeping out of his foreskin. A telltale drop of love juice indicating his arousal. Gently I fondled his balls, wishing the moment could last forever.

"Wanna cum?" I asked, in a silky voice.

Two of my fingers had now found their way to his shaft and were carefully retracting his foreskin. At last I was touching his naked cock, no underwear between my fingers and it. Hell, it was hard as a rock and very much alive. Stopping myself from drooling was taking a bit of an effort. Ye gods, I had wanted to do this since he had grown hair round it!

"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth.

By now the scent of a hot teenager was filling the air and I was getting more daring by the second.

"Yessir, one wet wank coming up," I said, spitting on my hand.

"Just get on with it! If I don't shoot soon I'm going to go mad."

I soon had his manhood all nicely slicked up and I could feel the sexual tension inside him. It would have been simplicity itself to make him shoot, but that would have ended things far too soon. I had waited years for this moment and it was going to last as long as I could manage. So I took him up, and then stopped for a second or so, just to let him cool down. This made him whimper most delightfully. He tried humping my hand so get himself there, but all that plaster limited his movements quite nicely.

"For God's sake, let me shoot," he pleaded.

"No."

"What!"

"The longer this lasts, the more that you'll enjoy it when you finally blow your load. Trust me," I said, resuming the wank.

So we went down the same path again and he just missed shooting for a second time. After the requisite amount of begging we had a third go. By now he was threatening me with murder if I didn't go all the way.

"OK, this time you get to shoot. But, I'm going to suck your cock for you,"

"Don't you dare!"

"Hmm. Now that's an interesting point, how exactly do you intend to stop me? You can't move, both your arms are useless. Besides the sole alternative is me leaving you there, all hot and bothered, while I go back to my own bed and play with myself," I said, sweetly.

"Please, just jack me off," he whimpered.

"Nah, the state you're in, it would go everywhere and I'd spend half the night cleaning it up," I said, licking my lips.

About this point I dropped out of the conversation as I took the naked head of his cock in my mouth. Somewhere in the background he wittered on, saying things of a negative nature, but I paid him no heed. I had finally got his cock in my mouth and I was making the most of it.

The previous summer I had met an American boy and had sex with him, well, what else can you do with them? He wasn't much to look at, a bit on the fat side, cut, and not very well hung, but he sure knew how to suck cock. During the course of our short, but intimate acquaintanceship, he taught me everything there is to know about blow jobs. Dougie was now the beneficiary of all this specialised knowledge and he was loving every second of it.

You see, first you map out the cock, they are not all the same, some guys like one thing, while others want something else. So my tongue and lips worked over the whole of his cock. I tickled the eye, ran my lips round the head and listened carefully to his moans. Having now figured out the best bits to play with, I really began the blow job. I used one of my hands to steady the shaft as my head bobbed up and down on it, while the other was round his nuts with one finger touching the bit just behind his balls. This way I could feel him shooting, I get a perverse kick out of feeling the cum shoot up the cock I'm sucking. By now his whole body was shaking and then I felt the pulse of the first shot pass my finger. One heartbeat later and my mouth filled with his seed.

"I'm cuming," he gasped.

Unfortunately I was no in a position to make a sarcastic reply, as my mouth was full of cock and cum. I picked my moment carefully and pulled back just enough to swallow, then he was filling it up for me again. God alone knows how many time he shot, but I was hard pressed to get it down my throat in time. Still that's what tends to happen when an 18-year-old lad can't get to empty his nuts for more than a week.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Eventually I had a limp cock in my mouth, with an exhausted teenager attached to it. I reached out blindly and grabbed a tissue from his bedside cabinet. Keeping his weapon in my mouth I began jacking myself off. He made feeble humping motions and that was enough to make me shoot. God, did I shoot, and most of it missed the tissue. I spent the next 5 minutes under his bed cleaning it off the floor.

"Like it?" I asked, as I put his bedclothes back over him.

"Yeah!" he answered.

"Can we do it again?"

"I'm going to be in plaster for weeks."

"I've died and gone to Heaven," I said, dreamily.

"If I'd known that you were that good at it, I'd have let you do it ages ago," he said, happily.

"Still, we've got time to catch up."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"You bet," I said, as I got into bed.

But, in the middle of the night he needed to pee, so I got him the bottle and put his cock in it. When he was finished he started to go hard. The temptation was too much for me, so he got treated to a second blowjob. As he wasn't quite so horny this time it lasted a lot longer and I had time to taste his load when it jetted into my mouth.

He lay back gasping, then when he got his breath he asked, "Did you swallow it?"

"Of course," I replied.

"But why, you could have just spat it out."

"After all that work? Nah, if you cum in my mouth, then it's mine. I swallow it and what was once part of you, becomes part of me. It's a sort of ritualistic cannibalism," I said, licking my lips for effect.

That earned me a funny look, but I just went and emptied the bottle then got back into my own bed.

"Do you really enjoy doing that?" he asked.

"Yup! Why do you think I've been grabbing your cock all those years."

"I wish I'd known," he said, distantly.

"If I had asked you if I could suck it, what would have happened?"

"I'd have freaked out."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Good night."

The next day I got the job of feeding him. It is a seriously weird feeling spooning food into the mouth of a hunky male as if he is a baby. Over the next few weeks I became his personal nurse. They taught me how to give him a bed bath, which was a lot of fun. I also read to him, massaged him and ran his errands, well, walked them, as I was still a bit unsteady on my pins.

During this period Betty's visits tailed off. In the beginning she was in practically every day and I used to tactfully withdraw to the nurse's station to give them some privacy. Then the frequency dropped to twice a week and after that it was just a quick weekly visit. I was quite conscious of the coolness that developed between them. I suspect that this situation was in no way helped by my nightly efforts to keep Dougie's balls empty.

By now there was no real need for me to be in the hospital, but Dougie's parents were quite happy pay the extra for me to stay in his room as I seemed to be helping his recovery. Then the plaster began to be taken off. This was done in stages and soon the only parts left immobile were his arms, his beautiful chest again being exposed to my gaze. Alas a lot of the muscle had atrophied, but he still looked good enough to eat.

That night we both discovered his nipples were hotspots. The only trouble was, he liked it harder than I was prepared to give it. In the end I was biting then quite fiercely and he was egging me on.

"Jack me off and bite me hard at the same time," he growled.

Tentatively I increased the pressure and licked the trapped nipple with my tongue while my hand stroked his weapon.

"Harder!"

I complied and he moaned, then his cock jumped in my hand. A second later something landed on my hair and more splattered round my head. Getting cum out of your hair is no easy task. Nor for that matter is cleaning it off the bedding. However the gobs that had landed on him, I simply licked off, much to his disgust. Well, I wasn't going to let it go to waste!

The removal of the plaster had been done with an electric saw. Apparently it vibrates and, although it will cut through the rigid plaster, it just pushes the skin back and forwards. However it had left a couple of rough edges and these were irritating his skin. To ease this the nurse had applied some Vaseline. Fortunately, for me, she had left the jar...

That night I climbed onto his bed and squatted between his thighs, while I got him all worked up. What he didn't know was, I had already greased myself up a little earlier. After a while, when he was nice and rigid, not to mention begging for me to suck him off, I quietly greased his the head of his pole and straddled him.

I don't think he realised exactly what we were doing until I guided the shaft between my buns. God, my hand was shaking, the cock that I had most fancied fucking me, was knocking at my back door!

Suddenly, he caught on and said, "No!"

But he was a fraction too late and, by the time he had uttered the word, the head of his cock was already inside me. I now slid his foreskin back letting the naked head of his cock touch my innards, while I watched his face. True, he continued to tell me to stop, but that was not what his expression was saying to me. The lying bugger was enjoying every second of it.

Slowly I sank onto his crotch driving his rampant manhood further and further into me. To be truthful I hadn't had anyone as big as him inside me before and I was beginning to think my eyes were greedier than my ass. But, by taking things slowly, his weapon began to move my guts aside and make room for itself. Gradually it felt better and better as he filled me to my former capacity and beyond.

That said, I was very thankful when my buns touched his crotch and I knew that there was no more of him to accommodate. I sat happily on his cock and grinned at him. Experimentally I bounced up and down a few times, causing him to withdraw a little then shove back in. A look of pure sexual lust crossed his face. I bounced a little higher and he began to join in.

The removal of most of his cast gave him a lot more movement and soon I was merely squatting over him while he thrust his hips up driving his pole into me. To add a bit of interest to the affair I tweaked his nipples with my fingers, and my mount turned into a bucking bronco. I held my balance as best I could since it was obvious that his orgasm was very near.

Then my moment of triumph! The cock that I had been lusting after all those years at long last exploded inside me and filled me with his teenage seed. I could truly feel it pump his jism into my body, wad after wad of it. As he slowed down my own hand left his nipple and wrapped itself round the shaft of my cock. A few seconds later and Dougie got sprayed, most liberally, with my load.

In slow motion I fell forwards and hugged him, still managing to keep his cock in me. His face had caught some of my load and I licked it off. In the process my tongue ran over his lips and he did not protest. With great care I licked his lips again and to my joy, they parted slightly. Our lips touched and deep inside my ass his cock twitched. Then our tongues met and mingled. The next few minutes were ones of total rapture as I was transported to a higher plane of ecstasy than I had ever achieved before.

Without any warning, the realisation that I was totally in love with Dougie struck me. What was even worse, I now knew that I had always loved him. Then, there was the big downer, he was straight. To my eternal shame I began to cry. I broke the kiss and sat up, then I climbed off him, pulling his cock out of me. The empty feeling that this caused did nothing to help, I got off the bed and rushed to the shower room. There I composed myself, cleaned my cum off and dried my tears before returning.

"Why the tears?" he asked, sounding quite concerned.

"Forget it," I said.

I cleaned him up and turned to get into bed.

"No. Come over here."

I went to his bed and stood beside it. I could not meet his gaze as I knew I'd lose control again.

"Did I hurt you?"

"God no!"

Well, what is it? Betty?"

I bit my bottom lip, to hold in the tears as I nodded.

"Betty likes big hunky rugby players who can sweep her off her feet, but she doesn't really go for helpless cripples." he said, slightly bitterly.

Somewhere in the infinite darkness of my misery, a tiny light flickered into existence, dimly it illuminated something, it was a single word, 'Hope'.

"Huh?" was all I could manage.

"We're through. I wasn't really her boyfriend, I was more of a fashion accessory. Something she wanted to be seen with. Unfortunately, in my present condition, she wouldn't be seen dead with me. Since my parents are loaded she assumed that one day I'd be rich. I got to thinking, what sort of wife would she make? I mean, if I bashed myself up again, would she look after me? I doubt it! So, she said she wanted out, and I let her go."

His words poured some sort of volatile liquid on my little flame and it blazed brightly. It must have showed on my face, because he continued.

"Oh, don't get your hopes up, I'm not gay. But I'm fairly sure that I'm bisexual."

For me, sleep did not come easy that night, Dougie went out like a light. I lay thinking about life. Obviously France was out, neither of us was fit enough for a start, and I doubt if even Dougie's parents would be stupid enough to buy him another motorbike. But, after this summer, there was university. We were both planning to become veterinary surgeons and that meant spending the next five years together. Could I get away with sharing accommodation with him? What would life be like with a fit Dougie on hand for sex all the time? I must have drifted off at some point because the sound of the breakfast trolley wakened me.

Dougie's parents were, as I said, well off. This was because they both had good jobs. However when Dougie was released from the hospital he still needed someone to look after him. The casts had finally come off his arms, but the muscles were so badly atrophied that he was as weak as a kitten. He suggested me staying over at his place and his folks went for it. Of course we had two beds, but they were both of fairly generous proportions.

My mother didn't exactly go a bundle on the idea, but as Dougie's parents had shelled out quite a bit for me in the hospital she sort of gave in.

The first morning, when we were alone in the house, I gave Dougie a bath, not a bed bath but a real one. He really did need my help to get in and out of the bath, but I don't think my presence IN the bath was 100% necessary, but it was fun.

Thanks to my nightly habit of sitting on Dougie's manhood it had had an enlarging effect on my ring. I now take his not insignificant weapon on spit alone. So we were just about to do what comes naturally, when two over sexed teenagers get naked in a bath together, when he stopped me.

"This time I want to be on top!"

This was not said as a comment, it was clearly a demand. However, given our location, he had to settle for doing it doggy style. With me on my hands and knees he prepared to mount me, for the first time. I felt him fumble around trying to find the way in. Being a bit of a bastard myself, I kept moving slightly so he missed. He pretty soon cottoned on to my game and the instant he found his target he thrust viciously forwards, plunging most of his manhood deep into my guts. Yes, it did make my eyes water and I grunted quite loudly.

"OK!" said Dougie, "Now things are gonna change. All the time you've been in charge, deciding what I get and when I'm allowed to cum. But this time I'm on top and you're getting fucked to my timetable."

To emphasise his words he gave another thrust with his hips and drove himself right into me. He got a grip on my shoulders to hold me in place. Now to be honest, his grip was so weak that I could easily have broken away, but that would have spoiled the illusion. Dougie had always been the leader, he was a natural and it must have been quite galling for him not to be in control of the situation. On the other hand I had been the Indian to Dougie's Chief, so it was quite easy for me to relinquish command and become my usual subservient self.

For someone who was still recuperating from a major trauma, Dougie was amazingly able. He drove his cock shaft in and out of me like a piston of a steam engine. It was the act of a man ridding himself of a great sexual lust. Obviously he had wanted to fuck the arse off me for some weeks. From my side it was perfect, Dougie was using me for his own perverse pleasure. That great hunk, who always played in the rugby first fifteen, was getting his end away shagging little old me, and Betty could go suck rocks!

As his man-meat pounded my guts it kept running over my prostate and God, did that make me hot. I managed to balance on just one hand, not an easy task in a slippery bath, while I pulled my peter with my other hand. The sensation of shooting my load while I was still being rogered is difficult to describe. I could feel the muscles of my ass gripping his shaft and, it react by bucking and spewing his load into me. It seemed that, just for a moment, we were one being, a whole. It didn't last of course, a few brief seconds later we were two shagged out teenagers in a bath of slowly cooling water.

After a while he tried to withdraw, but I begged him to leave it in a little while longer. I loved the feeling of another guy's cock inside me, even if it was wilting fast. But eventually he did pull out and left me with that dreadful feeling of emptiness. When I turned to face him I noticed a new expression on his face. It was that of a young male who has just had a most satisfactory shag and is currently working out how he can get it again. I now knew that Dougie would in future be chasing after me, and not the other way round.

His first move was to convince his parents that he needed an apartment while he was at university. He then managed to select one with two bedrooms and suggest that I stayed with him. I was not really surprised that he got away with it, he was an only child and the apple of his parent's eye.

However the academic year had still to start and he was working hard at reversing the atrophy his muscles had suffered. This involved going to the gym once a day exercising till he dropped. I got dragged along, too. In fact I even began to develop some muscles of my own. His exercise tolerance went up amazingly quickly and he was soon back to his normal, over muscled, self. Now, when he wanted sex, he got it, as I was now the weaker one.

Of course this presented another ploy, he would make a grab for me and I'd play coy. It didn't take him long to get frustrated enough to rip the clothes off my body. Next I'd be thrown over his shoulder and carried to the bedroom, only to be dumped unceremoniously onto the bed. He tended to wear very little in the summer and so he would be naked in seconds.

I'd be pushed onto my back and my legs placed over his shoulders. From that position I'd be fucked face to face. He loved kissing me as we fucked, I got the impression that he was trying to get his tongue so far down my throat that he'd be able to lick the head of his own cock. I think that this was his favourite position because, once he had me in it, I couldn't get away from him. Of course, I could also tweak his nipples and drive him into a frenzy then jack myself off and force him to cum inside me, which did little for his butch assurance.

But as we played, time passed, and all too soon it was time for us to go to university. The motorbike had been replaced with a minibus. Although it was far from new, it could carry about 8 people and we could also sleep in it if we went camping. We both took driving lessons and passed our tests. One of Dougie's first acts as we arrived at university was to try out for the rugby team, and it goes without saying that he was accepted.

Here the minibus came in useful as it could carry about half the team. I came in equally useful as I do not drink and I could therefore drive the drunken rugger buggers home after an away game. Now this had certain advantages, the principle one was being allowed into the dressing room after the game. There I could enjoy the sight of our team naked, and in some lucky cases, the opposing team, too. I tried to be discreet as I eyeballed all the man-meat while controlling my own cock. Thank God I wasn't naked too, because then the game would have been up.

Rugby players tend to be big, not fat, it's all muscle and they can run like the wind, but the legs on them would make any self respecting gay guy drool. One of our team, Sean, was a perfect specimen, a tad over 6 feet, muscles in places that I didn't even have places, upper arms as thick as my thighs, legs that would have looked lovely round my ears and, although I never saw him hard, he seemed to be fairly well hung.

Although he came from Belfast it normally didn't show in his accent. Oh, he could put it on when he wanted to, usually when he was joking, but he generally spoke with no accent whatsoever. He was a happy, gentle giant with a great sense of humour.

The truth be told, keeping my eyes off his cock was quite an effort. This was in no way helped by the fact that Sean was one of those tactile people. He was always putting his arm round my shoulders and giving me a hug. If he had a drink or two inside him his inhibitions were reduced and he got even more 'feely-touchy'. For some reason he was always sitting next to me on the bench seat of the minibus as I drove them home. Concentrating on my driving while being cuddled by a serious hunk was rather difficult. Of course I loved it and would have gone for a damn sight more than a hug, if I could have gotten away with it.

So Dougie's flat became a second home for some members of the rugby team, one of those being Sean. One afternoon I was happily soaking in the bath when the bathroom door opened and Sean walked in. He was wearing a tracksuit and trainers. As I made a mental note to lock the door in future, I heard him slip the bolt across.

"Sorry Denny, but I'm bursting for a pee," he said, by way of explanation.

He then walked over to the toilet bowl and pulled down the front of his tracksuit pants. This allowed his wedding tackle to flop out. All of this was happening just a few feet from my face. Fascinated I watched him grasp the shaft, pull his foreskin back slightly, and then tense before he started peeing. I could feel my own cock rising and there was bugger all that I could do about it. I just hoped that he wouldn't notice.

Eventually he finished, but he just stood there holding his cock. After a while, I dragged my eyes off it long enough to glance up at his face. He was watching me! Despite being in a hot bath a shiver ran through me, I had been caught.

"You want it?" he asked, proffering me his manhood.

My voice wasn't working worth a damn, but I managed to nod my head. He moved closer and I sat up in the bath. His free hand ruffled my hair and nudged me towards him. I opened my mouth and he fully retracted his foreskin before pushing his hips forward. He sighed contentedly as I accepted his weapon with my lips. I went to work on the head and in a minute or so I knew exactly what made him tick. This was neither the time nor place of a long drawn out blow job so I reached for his nuts and began to drive him straight to the top.

Now most guys tell you that they are going to shoot, so you can back off if you want. Some bastards grab your head and deliberately cum in your mouth, whether you like it or not. Sean however just grunted and dumped his load in my mouth. Not that I would have had it any other way. It must have been some time since his last orgasm, because I certainly got my money's worth. He kindly let me suck his nuts dry, I hate being deprived of the last drops. Only then did I let him have his cock back.

"You know, you're bloody good at that," he said, as he pulled the front of his pants up again.

"So I've been told," I said, licking my lips.

"And I thought you were just a cock watcher. You won't tell, will you?"

"No, it's our little secret," I replied, sliding back into the warm water.

And with that he unbolted the door and left. I quietly jacked myself off, while I mentally reviewed the incident. I finally reached the conclusion that Sean was not gay, just very sexually frustrated.

The following week Sean called round at a time when he knew that Dougie would not be home. I opened the door and he stood there, filling the doorframe.

"I've got a pressy for you," he said, grabbing my hand and placing it on his groin.

Through the soft material of his tracksuit I could feel his hardening manhood. I kept my hand on it as I backed into the hall. He closed the front door behind him and we went into my room. While I closed the bedroom door he pulled down the front of his pants again and sat on my bed. I turned to take in the magnificent sight of his naked manhood. As I dropped to my knees he kicked off his pants and I slipped between his massive thighs. He gave a happy sigh and lay back on my bed, causing his cock to point towards the ceiling.

Unlike the incident in the bathroom, time was not of the essence, so dear old Sean was in for a real treat. I began with more of a wet wank than a blow job, using my hands as well as my lips and tongue. When his breath came in short pants, I eased off and played with his nuts. These were quite large and now pulled tightly up against the broad base of his shaft. His cock was slightly odd in this respect, being very wide at the base and of more normal dimensions as it proceeded towards the glans.

As I began to run him up again I speculated on my chanced of ever getting fucked by this cock. Because if I ever did, I'd have to watch out for the last inch and a half, as that would be a killer. Sean had caught on to my little game right from the outset and he seemed to be quite happy to go along with it. All those months of practice on Dougie had made me an expert at running a guy right along the edge without letting him go over. Sean provided a slight bonus by the copious amounts of precum that he produced. As long as I kept stimulating his prick, it just oozed out of it.

Finally he began to react, trying to reach his orgasm despite me. It took him a while to realise just how good I was. This was the real fun bit for me, totally controlling a guy, twice my size and weight and God alone knows how much stronger, just by skilful use of my hands and mouth.

"For God's sake, let me cum," he pleaded, "my balls are hurting like Hell!"

I stopped entirely for a moment, causing him to groan as if in pain.

"I'll cost ya!" I said.

"OK, anything, just let me shoot."

"Give me a kiss."

"WHAT!"

"You heard. And not a peck on the cheek."

I was curious to find out just how far his sexual frustration would drive him. Most males hate kissing other males on the lips. But, Sean was on the horns of a dilemma, if he didn't cooperate, neither would I. There was a pause while he mulled this over, then quick as a flash, he sat up and grabbed my head with both hands and planted his lips firmly on mine. His tongue thrust forwards and I had no chance of resisting its entry. Once inside my mouth it hunted around my teeth. Then he sucked all the air out of my lungs and his fingers closed off my nose. He held us both like that until I could feel the panic begin to build before he blew the air back into me and broke the kiss. He then flopped back on the bed and I got back to work.

Maybe it was kissing me that did it, or perhaps it was nearly asphyxiating me, but he shot his lot the moment I got my mouth round the head of it. Long, hard gushes of his thick goo flooded my mouth. Desperately I swallowed but some was running down my chin. However I got most of it down my throat on the first attempt and caught the rest on my fingers later. In fact I was just licking my fingers clean when he sat up.

He looked at me for a while, in fact it was a long enough period for me to start worrying. Perhaps I had overplayed my hand forcing him to kiss me. Maybe he would beat the living shit out of me. His contemplation of me continued then he spoke.

"I'm gonna get you for that," he said.

"For what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know damn well what!"

"You seemed to like it at the time," I pointed out.

"Yeah, that's what's worrying me."

"And for that you're 'gonna get me'? How?" I inquired.

"Next time, Denny, I'm gonna fuck your arse."

My gulp was involuntary, and quite obvious to Sean.

He stood up, pulled on his pants, dragged me to my feet and once more his lips covered mine. But this time as his tongue forced its way into my mouth one of his hands wend down the back of my pants, got on the inside of my Y-fronts, parted my buns and a finger was pressed against my ring with such force that I could not even slow its progress as it entered me. We held it like that for a few moments, his finger exploring my arse while his tongue ran round my teeth.

When he broke the kiss he muttered, "You're gonna need something to slick you up back there before I stick it up you."

Then he more or less walked out. I was now the one in a bit of a dilemma. I had a strong suspicion that Dougie might get a bit jealous if he found that I was having it off with Sean. Well, guys are like that. I also knew that Sean was fairly pissed at me for stealing a kiss, and he was also worried about the fact he enjoyed it. It must be difficult being a straight guy.

In any event things went quite smoothly for the next week. Dougie and I slept together in his bed every night. For that read, Dougie fucked me at least once a night. The Saturday rugby match went off OK, we won and there was a bit of horseplay in the showers. I kept well out of it, but Willy, the scrum half, got wrestled to the floor and while four of the forwards held him down Sean jacked him off. I don't know what it did for them, but I quite enjoyed it.

Then on Tuesday evening, just after Dougie had left, the doorbell rang. Again Sean darkened our doorstep. This time he walked straight in as if he owned the place and proceeded right through to my room. I closed the front door and followed him. By the time the bedroom door was closed behind me he was already stripped to the waist and about to unbuckle his belt.

"Here, let me do that for you," I offered.

He shrugged then smiled. I got the belt open and unbuttoned his jeans, quite slowly and making sure my fingers rubbed against his cock all the way down. I could feel he was already hard. The jeans fell to the floor and he stepped out of them kicking of his sandals as he did so. This left him dressed only in his jockstrap. I hugged him and looked up to his face. He got the message and for the third time he kissed me.

As ever, he was quite forceful and he held it for a surprisingly long time. When he released my I slowly kissed my way down his chest, then on to his stomach, licking his navel before following the line of hair leading down to the waistband of his jockstrap. Then I rubbed my face against the front of the now straining garment. I could see the stain of the precum on the white fabric and I sucked on the spot. Then I released his manhood from its confinement and tried to swallow it whole. I gagged before I had even half of it in.

Two hands grabbed my head and pulled me to my feet. My clothes were removed, with what I thought was undue haste, then we went into a clinch with his tongue and finger probing me at each end again. I managed to get his cock between my legs. It felt hot and hard, I was going to get a real 'seeing to' tonight.

"Did you get anything?" he inquired, as he broke the kiss.

I pointed to the jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. He reached for it, opened it and stuck 2 fingers in to scoop out a dollop. It felt cold as he pushed it into me, using both fingers, I might add. It was a bloody good job I was being screwed on a regular basis, otherwise the big bugger would have split me in two.

When he was happy that I was lubricated he applied an equal amount to his own member. It looked quite menacing, all hard, swollen and glistening. He grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped the excess from his fingers. Next I was positioned on the floor on my hands and knees. Obviously I was going to be taken 'doggy' style! I felt him kneel down behind me and my legs were pushed apart by his knees.

Then that feeling of the hot, greasy head of a cock searching between my buns for ring, it always makes me shiver in anticipation. At any second I would be entered and I knew that we were past the point of no return. The thrust, when it came, was really much more gentle than I had expected. However it was more than enough to get the head right into me. I wriggled a bit and a little more slipped in.

Two ham like hands now took me firmly by the hips and held me steady. After a moment he gave an experimental thrust. As I didn't scream the next thrust was a real one driving him about half way into me. OK, that did make me suck air through my teeth. However instead of another thrust he just began to slowly fuck me. Then I realised the trick, every forward drive got a little bit more of him into me. So over the next few minutes he gradually filled me.

The change over from this 'entry fuck' to a real fuck was done in small stages. But eventually those muscles that could send him sprinting down the rugby field came into play. There was nothing that I could do to either add to or detract from the coupling. I was held in a vice like grip and I couldn't even fall face first onto the floor. Not only were his hips thrusting his hands were pulling me back onto the raging monster of a cock. I wasn't even allowed to squirm and encourage him to cum faster.

So I did the only thing left to me, I jacked myself off. Not much effort was needed to make me shoot my load, I can tell you. But when I did shoot my ring went into spasms on his plunging cock and that was all it took to make him shoot. And that, my dears, was nearly my undoing! Remember his weapon thickened out at the base? Well, until he was actually shooting, he hadn't had it all the way up me. But as soon as he came, he rammed it home. As my ring was already in a spasm, and tightly contracted the pain of it being roughly forced even wider was beyond belief.

If you are in the throes of an intense orgasm when you are subjected to extreme, and sexually produced, pain, the effect is quite startling. The ferocity of the orgasm actually increases and I found that I was forcing myself backwards and driving him further into me just to boost it.

I may have blacked out about there, anyway the next thing I remember was lying, face down on the floor with Sean's massive weight on top of me. Although everything back there was mercifully numb, I could sense that he was still inside me. There followed a long period of heavy breathing during which neither of us had the strength to speak.

Eventually I managed to croak, "God, I feel fucked!"

Sean began to giggle and it made his cock move inside me. I wondered how much damage he had done to me.

"Denny, you are one crazy fuck!" he said in my ear.

"If you've knocked me up, will you marry me?" I asked.

"Nah! How would I know the brat was mine? I can tell I wasn't the first guy up there."

"You men are all the same! Sex but no respect the morning after!" I said.

"So, Dougie fucks you too?"

There was a long silence on my part. I really did not want to answer that question.

"What makes you think that?"

"Neither of you has a girlfriend, and unlike me, you're not both desperate for sex all the time. So if you ain't getting it from girls, you are probably getting it from each other."

"I don't think he'd like it to be common knowledge," I said.

"Don't worry, I don't want anyone to know I've fucked you either."

"So, I have sex with boys because I'm gay. Dougie has sex with me because he thinks he is bisexual and besides I'm a lot cheaper and less hassle than a girlfriend. Now, what's your excuse for having your cock in my arse?" I asked, mischievously.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"I'm shy. I don't know how to deal with girls. For example with you, I just asked you if you wanted my cock, and you jumped at the offer. Well, I couldn't say that to a girl, could I?"

I had to admit that he had a point, and I was the person least able to advise him on how to get his leg over a girl.

"I believe you take them out and then you get 'wandering hand trouble'. After that one thing leads to another..." I sort of dribbled to a stop.

"I go out, my hand wanders, her hand slaps my face and the evening ends abruptly."

"Perhaps you move a little too fast. I don't think girls go all the way on the first date," I offered.

"Never mind, I've got you now and you're a lot better than wanking," he said.

Before I could reply he began getting off me. This involved him removing his, now limp, member from my arse and the sensation took my breath away. When I got up I found standing was a little more difficult than it had been earlier. He grabbed me to steady me and we ended up kissing again. This time his fingers explored the mess he had made of my ring. He seemed fascinated by the fact he could slip four fingers into me without any bother. I was surprised he didn't lose his whole hand up there.

We cleaned up, got dressed and he left. Later than night the inevitable happened, Dougie discovered that I had been unfaithful to him. He suspected something from the moment he came through the door. I must have looked as guilty as Hell and I could feel him watching me. Eventually he asked what I had been up to. It all came out in a rush and somehow I felt even more ashamed.

"He's a lot bigger than me," I said, in my own defence.

"Oh, you tried to fight him off?" asked Dougie, the sarcasm showing in his voice.

"Oh, come on! He's at least twice my size, and he's a lot stronger."

"So, you just lay back and let him have his way?"

"It hurt like Hell, if you must know," I said, trying for the pity platform.

Dougie walked over to me and grabbed me. Then he quite deliberately began to strip me naked. When he had me starkers his fingers went for my crack and pretty soon he knew the true state of my ring.

"You'll have to be careful Dennis, you're in danger of becoming a slut," he said, just after he slid the fourth finger into me.

I was pushed roughly towards the table and forced to bend over it. I heard his zip go and then he spat on his hand. A second later and his rigid cock was ramming into my poor bruised ring. This could only be described as a 'grudge fuck'. There was no love or passion in it. He was rogering me as a punishment and nothing else.

Oddly enough, being held down over the table and, more or less, involuntarily fucked, began to rouse me sexually. I was now something even less than a sex toy. The humiliation and shame, which should have been destroying me, just turned me on even more. In the end we came together, even though I never touched myself. But afterwards he just pulled out of me and left me there.

That night, for the first time, we slept apart. Then, a few days later the girls began to appear. Oh, he didn't have any trouble in finding them, they were 'Groupies'. Like rock bands, rugby teams have Groupies, mostly girls, who follow them everywhere and try to get into bed with the team members. The first few didn't last very long. I strongly suspect his bedside manner needed some work. Then it became quite obvious, from the noises coming out of his room, he was either getting his leg over, or he was wrestling a pig.

Sean, of course, became a regular visitor. He and Dougie quietly ignored each other's sex life and just got on with things. My ring eventually learned to cope with Sean's violent orgasms. However Sean's fantasy of getting me pregnant never seemed to fade. This began to worry me as I slowly began to realise that he was treating me more and more like a female, and the subject started to dominate our post coital conversations.

"God, you're fucking fantastic in bed," he said, just after we caught our breath one night.

"Hmmm," I replied.

"Shit, Denny, I wish you were a girl."

"Why?"

"Because then I'd knock you up and you'd have to marry me," he said.

"You'd want me all pot bellied and waddling?"

"Yeah!" he said, with some relish.

"Oh, bare foot and pregnant? I suppose I'd be chained to the kitchen sink, as well?"

"Nah, tied to the bed. all ready to be fucked."

"I think, Sean, that it is time we found you a real girl."

"What woman would have me," he said, sadly.

Suddenly I realised just how insecure he was with his masculinity. He didn't really realise he was attractive, albeit in a brutish sort of way. I got to wondering how I could find him a girlfriend, before he completely ruined my ring. Help, when it came, arrived from the last place I expected it, Dougie!

One evening he suggested a foursome, Ann, his current girl, Sean, himself and me. We went out first to dinner, then we went to a dance. At first this seemed to be very stupid, but after a while I saw the method in his madness. Each of us got to dance with Ann. Dougie went first then I got my turn. After about two numbers I looked over Ann's shoulder to see Dougie signalling me to come in, so at the end of that number we left the floor and I handed Ann over to Sean.

Now I don't know if you've noticed but the band occasionally takes a break and recorded music takes over. Then the tempo normally slows, and the lights tend to dim. This happened just as Sean and Ann walked out onto the floor. I saw Ann sort of lose herself in Sean's arms and I glanced at Dougie. To my surprise, he was smiling.

"She fancies him," Dougie confided in my ear.

"And you don't mind?" I asked.

"Nah! She's mad about jocks. If you can make the team, you can make her."

Suddenly a little light went on above my head.

"Did you set this all up?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded.

"To get Sean away from me?"

"Yup, once Sean sinks that cock of his into a real pussy, I reckon he'll leave your butt alone," he said, as his hand slid round my buns.

"So you weren't out to find a girl then?"

"Well, at first I was. Then after I tried a few I discovered that you're a better lover. So I figured out that if I got Sean bedded, I'd get you back."

"You silly bugger! All you had to do was ask me and I'd have come running."

That night the wild noises came from my bedroom. Dougie and I lay together in his bed and listened, imagining what was happening. They were quite loud and a bit distracting, but not enough to put Dougie off his stroke. It was good to feel his cock inside me again.

Now, everything should have gone back to what passed for normal, but alas it didn't. Dougie's taste for an occasional woman in his bed persisted and I'd spend frustrated nights in my own room listening to them shagging on the other side of the wall. Slightly more surprising was Sean, he was still chasing my butt. Girls, it seems, are not like boys, when it comes to sex. Boys want it anytime and all the time, but girls are a bit fussier. So, when Ann was having her monthlies, got a headache or was just in a snit, Sean would come sniffing round me. And, if Dougie wasn't actually fucking me at the time, Sean usually got his way.

When the second year started the team quietly picked up another Groupie. Well, they picked up several, but one was different, in that it was a 'he', and not a 'she'. He was a stunningly good looking boy whose parents most obviously came from India. He was young, slim, with a slightly girlish body but no effeminate mannerisms. His hair was jet black and his skin a rather nice 'milk coffee' colour. But his most attractive features were his eyes! They were a couple of sizes too big for him, dark brown in colour with long eyelashes and they lived under a pair of quite stunning dark eyebrows.

Unfortunately he was frustrated in all his efforts by his shyness. The expression 'he wouldn't say boo to a goose' was coined just for him. Whereas all the other Groupies were all over the team, he just hung around looking bashful. But to give him his due, he was loyal, where ever the team went, he followed, and I don't just mean to away games, he was there for training, too.

Part of the unofficial training took place in the swimming pool on a Thursday evening. That was the 'men only' night, not that the team had exclusive use of the pool, any guy could come and use it, provided they didn't mind a group of hunky young men rigorously swimming lengths all evening. Occasionally I used to go along with Dougie and one evening I noticed the boy was there.

As usual he was keeping well out of the way, hanging on to the edge near the deep-end. But if you watched what his beautiful eyes were looking at, the real reason for his visit was quite obvious. He was so intent on his observations that he never noticed me swimming up next to him.

Now fluorinated water mucks up my eyes, so to combat this I wear snorkelling goggles in the pool. True this also lets me see things clearly underwater and some young lads' trunks do end up round their knees when they come off the high board allowing me to observe their tackle, but that is neither here nor there.

But, I must admit that I ducked under the surface and was not surprised to see that the boy had a most obvious stiffy. I surfaced and pushed up my goggles then I waited for my moment before I spoke. Sean was just about to dive in and the boy was drinking in the sight of Sean's body which was clad only in a pair of Speedos.

"Yes, you're right, he has got a magnificent body," I said.

I suppose that I could have got greater reaction by sticking a cattle prod up his arse, but not much. I gently slid my hand over his erection and gave it a friendly squeeze. He froze! I took his wrist, he offered no resistance, and I placed his hand on my groin, allowing him to feel my hard-on.

"It's all right," I whispered in his ear, "you're not the only one who fancies him."

There was a long pause, then he felt me up. This was followed by an even greater hiatus. I could tell he thought he was putting his life on the line. Then he said, "You're like me then ?"

"If you mean, do I like boys, then the answer is most obviously yes," I said, making my cock twitch in his hand for emphasis.

This confession seemed to put him back into shock.

"Did you think you were the only one in the world?" I asked, gently.

He turned and looked at me for the first time. As we made eye contact I thought he was going to cry, but he just nodded.

"Well, you're not!" I said, then added, "By the way, my name is Dennis, what's yours?"

He said something that to my ears sounded unpronounceable, but then added, "Everyone calls me Roy."

About here I pulled his hand off my crotch and we just hung there on the edge of the pool chatting. He was horrified when he realised that I had noticed his interest in Sean from the beginning.

After awhile I said, "Would you like to see Sean naked?"

I could almost feel his heart miss a beat, then he nodded.

"OK, in a few minutes he is going to quit for the evening and he'll go take a shower. He always strips of his Speedos in the shower and rinses them out. If we get in there before him we should get an eyeful. Roy required no further encouragement and we swam across the pool managing to lose our erections on the way. By the time Sean entered the shower room Roy and I were sharing a shower right next to the only free one.

I was standing with my back to Sean, as he didn't have anything I hadn't seen before, and this let Roy have a good look. I also provided excellent cover for Roy's erection. I could tell from Roy's face the exact instant that Sean's Speedos came off. Out of devilment I slipped my hand down the front of Roy's trunks, well no one could see me do it, and wrapped my hand round the shaft.

Roy began to shake a little, then he grabbed my shoulders for support and moaned quietly. A familiar warm wet feeling told me he was shooting his load into his trunks. I just kept still until he had subsided then I rescued my hand and as much of his cum as I could manage. Out of sight of Sean, I let Roy see me lick my hand clean. He tasted quite different from Dougie and Sean!

Let us just say that Roy sort of lost it for about 5 minutes or so. His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing useful came out of it. Fortunately by the time he recovered the power of coherent speech, we were alone in the shower room.

"You ate it!" were his first words.

"Yup!" I said, "Yours tastes more interesting than Sean's."

I suppose he was trying to say something along the lines of 'You've done it with him?', but all that came out was the word, 'you' over and over again.

"Would you like to get Sean in bed?" I asked, in an effort to break the cycle.

That stopped him dead. His beautiful eyes got bigger and his mouth hung open. Eventually his head nodded. Somehow I got him back to the locker room. There I had to remind him to dry himself, before he got dressed. Later in the bar I made arrangements for him to drop round our flat the following Sunday. Then I knew that Ann would be out of town and Dougie was visiting his parents. So it would be a fair bet that Sean would call round with sex on his mind.

Roy arrived early and spent an hour fretting about what would happen. Sean eventually arrived and looked a bit nonplussed about Roy's presence.

"Sean, this is Roy. Roy, this is Sean," I said, introducing them.

They politely shook hands and Sean gave me a questioning look.

"Perhaps I should add that Roy has the hots for you, Sean," I added, mischievously.

Roy was pole-axed. Sean's face split into a dirty grin.

"How is he at blowjobs?" asked Sean.

"I don't think he's ever done one," I replied.

Roy was now open mouthed and his head was flicking from Sean to me and back as we spoke.

"Well, you'd better come and show him how it's done."

With that comment Sean picked up Roy in a fireman's lift and headed off to my bedroom with me following. Roy got dumped on the bed from where he watched Sean and his tracksuit part company. He stared at Sean's bulging jockstrap and offered no resistance when I undressed him. He still seemed to be fascinated with the view while I slipped out of my clothes. I stepped behind the grinning Sean and reached round taking hold of the waistband of his jockstrap in one hand whilst caressing the contents with the other. The expression on Roy's face was well worth the effort as he watched Sean's erecting cock slip into view.

I came round the front of Sean, still holding his meat. I motioned for him to lay down on the bed. This he did with his manhood sticking up like a mast. I climbed onto the bed with him and a stunned Roy. I actually had to take Roy's hand and place it on the shaft. He looked like he was in a dream. Gradually, by getting him to repeat everything that I did, he learned how to suck a cock.

Sean, being an idle bastard, just lay there and enjoyed himself. His contribution, apart from his stunning body and weapon, was confined to offering words of encouragement. As is his want, he gave no warning before dumping his load into Roy's mouth. Poor Roy, who hadn't seen another guy reach an orgasm before, never realised what was happening until Sean filled his mouth for him.

Considering the circumstanced Roy did a magnificent job of swallowing Sean's jism, true he got most of it down his throat, but quite a lot ended up on his face. Being a helpful sort of a lad, I licked it off for him. Sean lay back with a contented expression on his face. Roy sat there, staring at Sean's wilting cock and gulping. I wondered what would happen next.

Sean very lazily reached out with his hand and fondled Roy's buns. Roy made no move to protect himself and soon the exploring fingers went between the two brown orbs. But he did start slightly when the probing finger went through his ring.

"Tight!" observed Sean, "Are you still a virgin?"

Roy nodded mutely, then looked at Sean's cock and whimpered.

"Yeah, you're right. I'd split you in two if I tried to be first. Denny, why don't you have a go and I'll have sloppy seconds."

Now, until then I had never actually fucked a guy. I think that had done almost everything else, but I had not been on top. Somehow I didn't think that this was the best moment to confess my ignorance. So I got poor Roy face down on the bed and got between his legs. Rimming him seemed to be a good idea for foreplay, I had done that before. Actually I quite enjoyed slipping my face into his crack and although he resisted like anything, my busy tongue soon won him round.

I ignored the protests from Roy and the lewd comments from Sean, apparently he didn't realise that I was into that sort of thing, and got on with the job of relaxing Roy's ring. When my tongue was tired I pulled my face out of his ass and used a well greased finger for the next part. Of course my finger could reach the more interesting part that my tongue could not. Soon young Roy was moaning like a whore as I massaged his prostate for him. While his attention was diverted I added another finger and more lubrication. Soon I was digging three fingers into him and Sean was watching very intently, still with a grin, as I quietly greased up my own cock.

Finally the moment came when I had to enter him. I must admit that my hand was shaking as it guided my weapon down into his crack. But by either good luck of good judgement I hit my target first time. One fairly gentle push got the head of my cock inside him. As so many others had done to me, I pulled my foreskin back and let the naked head touch his guts. Then I very slowly lowered myself onto him. God, it felt wonderful to slip it right up him. I kept whispering in his ear, telling him to relax and trust me, which seemed to work.

Oh, don't get me wrong; compared to Sean, my cock is hardly worth mentioning. So taking me up the arse was no world shattering event. Now I began my first ever fuck of another guy, with a very interested audience of one. Sean was all over the place looking as I shafted Roy. From my end it was a novel fuck as I was the one who was running it. Roy was trying to relax, but his body was resisting me, it was a sort of natural reaction. His anal sphincters were trying to close and force me out again. Gradually they began to weaken under my continuous assault and sliding my shaft in and out of him became a lot easier. Then when their strength had completely faded I could really get into my stride.

Then, when everything was going just great, I was controlling myself nicely, really enjoying pushing my dick into his buns, Sean decided to lend a hand. Well, a finger to be precise. He had obviously noticed what had happened when I had my finger up Roy, and he repeated the trick on me. I suppose that somewhere in the world there is some super-human bugger who can stay in control on his very first fuck while a third party massages his prostate, but it sure ain't me! About 10 seconds after Sean's big fat finger hit the spot, I was shooting my lot into Roy with an intensity that frightened me.

Sean removed his finger and I just lay there catching my breath. I could hear Sean greasing his pole and eventually he lifted me bodily off Roy. It was quite interesting to watch the shaft of Sean's cock disappear between Roy's buns. The difference in skin colour caused quite a nice contrast. Of course as Roy was freshly fucked, his anal sphincters were too weak to protect him and he could not resist Sean's invasion. All the poor lad could do was struggle and whimper. He tried to pull himself up the bed to escape his fate, but Sean just laughed and pulled him back down again. Only when his cock was firmly embedded in Roy, did Sean pause briefly in his assault.

Even then the respite was a brief one before Sean really began to work on Roy's butt. Out of compassion for Roy I got behind Sean and stuck my face into his massive crack. Oh, he was strong enough to keep me from reaching his ring, just flexing his muscles would have been enough. But he didn't, he relaxed and his buns welcomed my attack. Soon my tongue was inside him and I returned the favour by making Sean shoot his load. I had never been rimming someone when he came before and it was quite an experience I can tell you. Of course Sean had rammed home the wide base of his cock and Roy was screaming the place down, which all added to the excitement.

I was now expecting a tearful Roy to be yelling abuse at Sean, the moment he got out from under him. But when Sean pulled out, Roy melted into his arms and Sean stuck his tongue down his throat. Sean's fingers slid between the brown buns and inspected the damage he had caused. This made Roy moan gently and Sean grunt in jubilation. After a while I got the impression that I was round, green and hairy, so I quietly grabbed my clothes and left the room. That night I slept alone in Dougie's room. If the noise level coming from my room was anything to go on, neither of them got a wink of sleep all night.

After that Sean was in his element with two lovers, Ann and Roy. Most men would have tried to keep them separate, but old Sean just went to bed with both of them together. He had them competing to see who could give him the best time. Which was all very well, but it kept him out of my bed, a mixed blessing if ever I saw one.

I only once saw Sean lose his cool. It was just after a game and it had not been a good game, the other side wiped the floor with our team and we were rather subdued that evening in the bar. As usual Roy and I were tagging along, in an effort to cheer things up Roy got up to buy a round. The background noise was about normal for a Saturday night then suddenly one voice bellowed out, "Don't try to shove in front of me you little Pakie!"

Instantly the noise dropped and everyone turned to look. A skinhead type had lifted Roy off his feet by his lapels and was now screaming racist abuse in his face. It would appear that Roy was personally responsible for the entire state of the nation, the lack of jobs, the lack of university places, the crime rate, you name it, Roy had caused it. Sean moved quickly and silently until he was directly behind the aggressor.

"Please put my friend down," he said.

His voice was ominously calm but his Belfast accent was quite distinct. Sadly this did not have the required effect on the yob.

"Fuck off!" said the skinhead, not even bothering to turn round.

What happened next was quite interesting, Sean punched the lad right on the back of his head. As far as I could see, he put his full weight behind the punch. The yob dropped Roy and then fell more or less on top of him. On the way down his face hit the edge of the bar with some considerable force, I may add. Sean picked up the lad and turned him round. His nose seemed to have absorbed most of his impact with the bar and was now spread over his face. As we watched blood began to flow. Sean now began speaking, with each sentence he gave the boy an open handed slap around the face alternating between forehand and backhand.

"You should not have insulted my friend."

Slap!

"He is Indian, and not Pakistani."

Slap!

"He was born in this country and he is a citizen of it, just like you."

Slap!

About here the barman reached for the phone. Dougie placed a restraining hand over his stopping him from lifting the handset. At the same time he quietly shook his head indicating that calling the police might not be a good idea. After about ten slaps I decided to intervene and placed a restraining hand on Sean's shoulder.

"Sean, I think that is about enough," I said.

Sean stopped hitting the boy and just held him at arm's length. He turned and looked at me as if I was a stranger. There was a lengthy pause during which the boy struggled feebly.

"Well, I don't, said Sean, slapping the boy again for emphasis.

"Perhaps if the young man was to apologise to Roy for insulting him?" I asked.

Sean paused, then said to his victim, "Well?"

The boy made a negative sort of noise. Sean's hand came up again and I grabbed it.

"Look kid, Sean is bigger than both of us put together. At the moment your life depends on him seeing reason. I'm managing to hold him back because he respects me as a friend. But unless you start to cooperate very soon I'm going to lose control of the situation..."

The boy looked at me sullenly then looked at Sean. At that moment I was not facing Sean so I couldn't see what his expression was, but the boy suddenly looked petrified and agreed to apologise. He was then forced to his knees before Roy and made to repeat the most grovelling apology I have ever heard.

When Sean released the boy he staggered to his feet. From somewhere he rustled up some courage and he turned to Roy and said, "Don't worry, I'll be back."

This was an almost fatal move as Sean grabbed him once more, this time by the throat.

"Right you little shit, listen very carefully. If so much as one scratch appears on my friend, you'll pay."

Then Sean turned to me, "OK Denny. You're going to be a Vet. Tell me, what do you do to male animals who get stroppy?"

Catching on instantly I replied, "Castration. Off with their balls. It works every time."

"Snip, snip?" asked Sean.

"Oh no. These days we just slip a big rubber band round them and it works as a tourniquet. Within twenty minutes they are dead and after about two days they fall off all on their own. It's quite humane and reasonably painless."

Sean grabbed the boy's nuts with his free hand and very seriously said, "Now lad, as we say back in Belfast, 'we know where you live'. So if you touch my friend here you will wake up with an industrial strength rubber band round these and you can spend the next two days saying goodbye to them."

The boy's mouth opened and shut several times. Sean must have had a good grip of his balls, because when he finally released the boy he gasped with relief. Then he made his way to the door and disappeared out into the night. Sean looked at the mess of blood and turned to the barman.

"If I could borrow a mop and bucket I'll clean up the mess that I've made."

Since that day I have been very careful never to get on the wrong side of Sean, or to hurt anyone he loves.

The rest of our time at university moved swiftly. Sean was the only one of my friends who 'had a little accident' and had to get married. To no one's surprise Roy was the best man and the rest of us got all togged out in penguin suits and turned up for the wedding. To be honest most of the team would not seemed out of place standing outside a night club frisking dodgy looking guests. Mercifully Ann did not look too pregnant during ceremony. In any event things went as smoothly as things can, when both a rugby team and a lot of beer are at the same location. On the exact date predicted, Ann gave birth to a son.

I was interested in what would happen to Roy, now Sean had both a wife and family. To my, and I think everyone else's surprise, Roy did everything but suckle the baby! When it cried in the night Sean and Ann slept blissfully on while Roy was up feeding and changing the baby. Anyway, Sean and Ann must have made a habit of having 'little accidents' as three more kids, another boy then two girls, arrived in rapid succession. Roy was in his element with an entire nursery to run. It was quite fortunate that Sean made a killing on the 'dotcom' boom, managing to sell out for millions, just before the crash, as he now had an expensive household to run.

As to Dougie and me? We finished university and then got training jobs at two practices near our home. Mine was mainly a country practice while Dougie's was in town and dealt with domestic pets. However Dougie's practice had a young female assistant, named Fiona, who was a dike and they started dating, each using the other as cover. At their suggestion I started dating her partner, Ashley.

Fiona was a tall dark and very sexy looking girl, while Ashley was slightly shorter than me, blond and, to be quite frank, rather busty. If Dougie was the leader of our couple, Ashley was definitely in charge of theirs. However, the deception was perfect, and all four sets of parents got off our backs. We had all been getting ever stronger hints that we should have been finding a partner of the opposite sex. Needless to say none of our parents noticed that we had a partner already.

So everything was progressing nicely, we were both now qualified Vets and living together. At weekends and functions all four of us turned up and everyone was happy, well until Dougie's father decided to 'help'.

The first I knew anything of this was when Dougie said, "Fancy going into practice with me?"

"Our own practice? Just you and me?"

"Yup! Currently it is being run, or should I say, run down, by two brothers who are well past retirement age. It comes with a huge house, downstairs is all practice and upstairs there are two floors of living accommodation. And the best bit is, my dad is willing to buy it for us."

Just the way he said the last sentence made my suspicious little mind sit up straight.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"It would be a wedding present."

"Not our wedding present?"

"He was thinking more along the lines of a double wedding with Fiona and Ashley playing the parts of the brides. There is enough room for all of us in the house and who knows who we sleep with?"

"Have you asked the girls?"

"Yup, last week and they are sort of positive about it."

After a bit of coaxing I went along with the idea. We'll skip over the wedding if you don't mind, I felt rather guilty, making promises that I had no intention of keeping. Sean, naturally, saw through the whole thing, and although he said nothing, his looks made me squirm.

The next year was very hard work. The practice was years behind the times and had lost nearly all of its patients. So we slogged away night and day, upgrading the equipment, attending every form of show where we might drum up some trade. Eventually it all paid off and we finally had a business that could support all four of us, Dougie and my good self being the medical staff while Fiona and Ashley were our assistants. Everything was done democratically. Each Thursday evening after surgery we had a weekly meeting during which all decisions were made. So it was late one Thursday evening when the bombshell was dropped by the girls.

"We want to start a family," said Ashley.

The silence was deafening. I sat paralysed, unable to speak or move.

"We thought that, as you pair are legally our husbands, you should be the fathers," continued Ashley, as if we had agreed heartily with the idea.

My tongue came unglued from the roof of my mouth long enough for me to say, "Dougie's a dab hand at artificial insemination..."

Fortunately for me I stopped myself before I added 'of pigs and cows. So you pair shouldn't be a problem."

"No way!" snapped Ashley, "Any kids we have come the natural way."

"Well, couldn't Dougie do the fathering bit?" I ventured.

"Listen carefully Denny. Despite your personal opinions to the contrary, you are a male and quite capable of siring your own kids. Right, we start on Saturday night, and you're in my bed," said Ashley, singling me out with a glance.

Dougie, I should mention, was about pissing himself laughing at this point. He also refused to help me in anyway to avoid, or even prepare for the dreadful event. Naturally, time took to its heels and galloped, thus Saturday arrived with ghastly alacrity. Come bedtime I dragged my feet but still headed off to the girl's room. On the way I passed Fiona, who looked a lot happier than I did. God, what I'd have given to change places with her.

"Ah, you made it," said Ashley, as I entered.

I nodded dumbly, trying to keep between her and the door.

"OK, we start off with bath!"

"Together?"

"Yup, Fiona and me can fit in there together, and you're not much bigger than she is. So, start stripping."

My body froze solid and as I watched she revealed that she was wearing only four items of clothing, a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, both of which fitted her like a second skin and the removal of which exposed the other two items, an overfilled bra and a pair of rather skimpy panties. Now, I had seen photos of naked women but for the first time I was in the same room as one. What was even more frightening, we were alone!

"Well?" she said, then getting no response she continued, "Here, let me help you."

In less time that it takes to tell, I was buck naked. However it was the sort of nakedness you only normally experience in dreams, where you are the only one inexplicably lacking clothes. She then looked me over in the same way some horsewomen scrutinise a new mount. I swear I was blushing right down to my toes and the urge to cover myself with me hands was almost uncontrollable.

"Right Denny. Up until now you have been the perfect partner," she said, in quite a pleasant voice.

"I have?"

"Yup. We go out on dates, we dance, you see me home, and all the time you keep your hands to yourself. Normally going out with a man is like trying to fend off an octopus. Well, now that all changes," she said, stepping right up to me and hugging me.

Two breasts pushed into my chest as her hands grabbed me round the waist. I more or less automatically hugged her back. She was so soft, somehow I thought her body would be as hard as her attitude. Her hands began to rove and I thought I'd better follow suite. At first I carefully avoided all the 'off limit' areas, but as she began to fondle my buns, I returned the favour. They felt quite different from a guy's buns, a completely different shape, wider and much softer.

"Ah, you are human," she said, wriggling against me.

God! I had an erection! Maybe, if I slipped it in quickly and shot my load, I could get this whole incident over and done with. But she had other plans, I was led to the bathroom, where a bubble bath awaited us. We got in and sat one at either end. The thick layer of bubbles did help as it disguised the fact that she was naked. Then she moved and we were now lying in the bath, touching! Her hands now moved freely over my body. I did nothing until she finally grabbed my hands and placed them on her ample breasts. Actually, they felt quite nice. Slowly I began to unwind and investigate her body. No hard muscles, all soft and cushy. Even although I knew full well that I was with a woman, it still came as a surprise when my hand went between her legs and found nothing there. After we had satisfied our curiosity we got out of the bath, dried each other and retired to the bed.

"OK, here is how it goes," she said, taking charge again.

"Both of us are experts at making love to someone of the same sex. At the same time we are both totally ignorant of how to turn some one of the opposite sex on. So, I'll teach you how to drive a girl nuts, and you'll teach me how to do the same to a guy. Right, give me your hand and we can start with 'the naming of the parts'."

She was quite a good teacher, never moving on to the next task, until I had mastered the present one. Yes, oral sex with a girl is pretty disgusting, at first. But blowing a guy, or rimming him is just as bad, if you think about it. I must admit that making her cum was quite a turn on. Later I learned that her screaming was quite audible in our bedroom. However, although she was allowed to cum as often as she wanted to, I wasn't, I just got hotter and hotter. So the night wore on and we pleasured each other using our fingers, mouths and tongues.

We were actually having a breather when it happened. Just lying side by side kissing when I realised that my cock was slowly being swallowed by her pussy. What really took me unawares was the ease with which it went in. No slackening up like Roy had needed, no extra lubrication, just push, and you're in.

Once I was all the way in I twitched and she groaned slightly. Experimentally I pushed her on to her back and, at the same time rolled on top of her. She parted her legs and I sunk in between them. The fuck seemed to start naturally, of its own accord. I was really enjoying it when I recognised the symptoms of her orgasm approaching. Suddenly I didn't know what to do. Should I try for a simultaneous orgasm, or should I just ride her through it? I couldn't very well stop and ask her. So I decided to try for the latter option as I had heard that it was quite tricky. Ye gods, it took all my self control to hold back from shooting as she went wild beneath me.

A little later, when my hearing had returned, I went for the kill. I had now figured what rang her chimes and I played on it. She began to move towards the edge of the precipice and this time I might just have to go along with her on the mad trip down. Then just as she started to go her legs wrapped round me, trapping me inside her. My face was thrust into those large soft breasts and I swear she fucked me. I exploded inside her, unable to stop myself or even pull out. For the first time in my life, my seed shot home inside a female.

After a while, we got up and cleaned ourselves. Then we tried to sleep, but Morpheus was busy elsewhere that night and I learned the pleasures of doing it doggy style with a woman. We also covered doing it standing up, her on top - straddling me, her sitting on my lap and a final second go at the good old standard, 'missionary position'.

About 9 am the next morning I again passed Fiona on my way back to my own bed. Shit, she looked exactly like how I felt, totally fucked. Dougie looked suitably pleased with himself, I just dropped into bed and reminded him that he was on standby before I blacked out the world for eight hours.

Just over two weeks later Ashley informed us all that she was 'late'. The next day a tearful Fiona told us that she wasn't. This made me secretly pleased but I suspect it hit Dougie straight in the male ego. So approximately a fortnight later there was a return match. This time I was not so frightened and I think I can fairly say that we both had a great time.

Much to Dougie's relief, he knocked Fiona up on the second attempt. So now we had two pregnant females, one running a month behind the other. I have put my hand on a pregnant woman's belly to feel the baby kick. But when it is your own kid in there it is strangely different. I'll skip over the prenatal bit and the births, they were both normal deliveries. But now Dougie and I were daddies to two little boys. Naturally the girls went broody on us again and this time it was two girls, born with in two days of each other.

So now we live the lives of two respectable country vets, living with our wives and children in a very large house. Of course few know the sleeping arrangements but the kids don't mind whether we sleep with our wives or each other. Mind you, I prefer Dougie in bed, he's not so bossy as Ashley.

The End

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