Anonymous asked: Man that military story was hot! Is there a part two for that?
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There will be soon
I’m working on something now..
Thanks… I’ll try to keep them coming
Just posted one with a vaguely military theme…but not really like you’ve suggested…will keep the idea in mind tho :)
David and Ed had barely spoken all day as they marched at a fast pace across the Welsh hilltops – they’d been dropped off in the middle of nowhere for a survival exercise with only basic equipment, some rations and a hand held GPS. They had to make it back to the rendezvous point, 36 miles away within 24 hours to successfully complete the training. They’d never met before, which was part of the idea – whether they could work together to achieve their goal, with complete strangers. They’d been making good time, but now the sun was going down, and the weather was closing in. They were soaked to the bone from the freezing sleet, and both shivering violently despite the physical exertion of the march. They paused for their hourly break to discuss their options.
“According to the map – there’s some shelter about a mile ahead, across the river. We should stop there for the night, get warm and finish the last few miles in the morning…” David panted. Ed didn’t speak, but just nodded his assent. They drank the last of their water ration, and resumed the trek, covering the short distance to the river quickly, where they refilled their canteens, and began the precarious crossing. Ed made it all the way across, and watched as David began to follow. He was almost across when a huge gust of wind took him off guard, and he plunged off the narrow causeway into the fast flowing torrent. He struggled to right himself in the flow, his pack weighing him down. Ed dropped his own pack, and ran alongside the river, yelling at David to get rid of the pack, and swim back to the bank. David managed to shrug his shoulders out of the straps, and immediately felt the pull of the water subside as his pack was carried away by the current. A few strokes later, and he was back on dry land, panting with exertion.
Ed helped him to his feet, “shit – are you ok?”
“Yeah, just freezing cold. C’mon – we need to find that place to stop and get a fire going before I die of hypothermia” They walked back along the riverbank to where Ed had dropped his pack, retrieving it and walking the last 5 minutes to the shelter of a small cave hidden in a cliff. Inside was still freezing cold, but at least they were out of the wind. David sat shivering violently as Ed lit a small fire, the warmth gradually warming the cave to be above freezing. They sat across the fire from each other taking stock of their situation.
“Well – you’ve lost your kit – you had most of the food & GPS as well as all your sleeping gear. I’ve still got my sleeping bag, first aid kit, a snack or two and some rope. We’re both soaked to the bone, and it’s still freezing in here…basically we’re screwed. If we don’t freeze to death first, we’re lost and starving hungry” said Ed.
“First thing we gotta do is get warm – and it’s not going to happen in these sodden clothes. What spare kit do you have?” asked Dave.
“None… wasn’t planning on needing a change”.
“Hmm – I didn’t carry any either… Well – they’re not going to dry if we leave them on – rig up a line with that rope, and we’ll dry them by the fire.”
Dave stood, and started to undo his boots, leaning them up on a rock next to the fire. He stripped off his socks, shirt and combat trousers, hanging them on the line Ed had strung up. Ed did the same, but stripped completely naked, leaving his boxers next to the rest of his clothes. He looked at Dave “…what? They’re not going to dry on, are they…” Dave shook his head, and he too stripped off his boxers, leaving them to dry next to the rest of his kit.
They briefly stood there, the firelight flickering off their naked bodies. Both of them were incredibly fit and toned from several months of basic training. They were both quite smooth, with small tufts of chest hair under their dog tags, and small trails of hair leading from their belly button down into their public bush. Dave was dark haired, with a thick cut cock and low hanging nuts nestled in a bush of thick pubic hair. Ed was strawberry blonde, his ginger pubes surrounding a long, uncut cock. They started at each other briefly, before Ed turned away, saying “I need a piss” heading outside into the cold and wet to relieve himself.
It was still cold in the cave, and the stone floor provided no comfort – especially with no sleeping bag. When Ed returned he pulled his sleeping bag from his kit and crawled into it, relishing the warmth. He looked at David shivering by the fire. “Look…. And this is going to sound weird, but why don’t you just share this bag – you’re doing to die of exposure if you stay out here – that fire isn’t enough to keep you warm”
David looked over gratefully “…you really don’t mind? I mean these army bags aren’t exactly big…”
“Just don’t tell anyone when we get back to base”…
Ed unzipped the side of the bag, and David crawled in. It was big enough for them to lie next to each other, their sides touching. They lay there in silence, both shivering from the cold, despite the shared body head in the sleeping bag. “And we were doing so well on this course – just think … we’d be back by now if the weather hadn’t closed in”
“Yeah – now here we are, naked in the same sleeping bag. If they found out about this, we’d be crucified…” Dave responded.
Ed continued “…well – don’t they say that shared body heat is what you need when you get trapped like this?”
“It’s not exactly working, is it…” replied David. “I’m still frozen”
“Same here … Umm listen – maybe if we were to, you know, lie a bit closer – that would work”
Dave looked taken aback…”…you mean, like, spooning?”
“I guess so. If I roll over with my back to you, you can lie with your chest against me, and we’ll get wamer”.
They adjusted position so that Ed was lying in his side and David lay behind him, their bodies pressed together. His left arm was draped over Ed’s chest, pulling them closely together. Warmth started to finally spread through their bodies and they relaxed. “Weird this – I’ve never been so close to another guy” murmured Ed. “Me neither…” replied David. “At least we’re warm now”.
They lay in silence for several minutes, enjoying their shared body heat. David’s thumb started to unconsciously stroke Ed’s chest, the tip running over the nipple, causing Ed’s breathing to deepen in response. Ed felt his cock start to thicken and harden in response to the touch, and he moaned “…dude…what are you doing?”
David immediately stopped, “shit, sorry … lost track of where I was there”
Ed laughed – “actually – was kinda nice”
David resumed the fondling, and Ed moaned… surprised to find that his dick now fully erect. He reached forward and started to stroke his cock slowly, pulling his foreskin back and forth over his cockhead, the combined feelings of David’s rough thumb playing with his nipple, and his own hand wrapped round his dick driving him crazy.
Ed turned to face David, his erect penis pressing hard against David’s abdomen. They looked each other in the eye, and leant in to kiss passionately; lips locked together, two day stubble rubbing against each other, tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Ed reached around and placed his hand on David’s arse, pulling his abdomen closer to discover that David’s dick had responded, and it too started to stiffen. They lay there, facing each other, snogging their hard, toned bodies writhing together, their cocks grinding against one another.
David reached down and wrapped his hand around Ed’s boner, starting to stroke it, his fingers playing with the foreskin, bringing it back and forward over the tip, his thumb massaging precum into the cockhead each time it was exposed. Ed responded in kind, his own fist wrapped firmly around David’s dick, thumb exploring the permanently exposed tip. He spat into his fist, and massaged it into the shaft and cut cockhead, eliciting moans of pleasure each time his thumb ran around and around the tip. They jerked and played with each other’s meat for a few minutes, until Ed moaned “Fuck man…you keep that up and I’m gonna cum…”
They stopped wanking each other, and David gently rolled Ed over until he was on his back, pinned beneath him. They briefly resumed their snogging, until David started moving his kisses down Ed’s body, his tongue working each nipple in turn, the dried sweat from the day’s exertions salty on his tongue. Further and further down he moved, licking Ed’s chest…ribcage…abs, pausing to dip the tip of his tongue in and around his bellybutton before finally tracing it down along the fine hairs that lead to Ed’s cock.
Ed gasped in surprise as David’s wet lips enveloped his cock, slowly taking the entire shaft down. David gagged as it hit the back of his throat, fighting the sensation and finally letting the uncut cockhead slip down his throat. Ed’s hips buckled up as David expertly sucked on his cock, pulling his foreskin right back, and working his sensitive cockhead around and around. He pulled on Ed’s nuts as he sucked, cupping and squeezing them in one hand, pulling them firmly as he worked Ed’s shaft with his lips. Ed cried out “Stop…stop I’m gonna cum” and David immediately stopped, manoeuvring himself until he was back on top, face to face. “Fuck – how do you know how to do that?” Ed panted… “David grinned… My girlfriend is an excellent cocksucker…I was just doing what she does” He replied, leaning in for another kiss.
Ed broke from the kiss, and started to wiggle his body down along David’s, David raising his hips, and lifting himself off the ground in a push up to allow it. Ed murmured “…let’s see if I’m as good as her” before wrapping his lips around David’s swollen dick. He gagged as David thrust his hips forward, forcing his big, cut cock deep in Ed’s mouth, the weight of his body pinning Ed to the ground. He started to face fuck him, Ed gagging on the cock as it pounded the back of his throat. Ed’s lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, his nose buried in the dark bush of pubic hair, nuts slapping his face. David let him work his dick for a while, feeling his orgasm building and building. Finally when he was about to spunk, he lifted his hips up, pulling his dick from Ed’s throat. Ed slid upwards so they lay face to face. “And the verdict is?…” he grinned.
David smiled “Not bad…for a beginner. Now…shall I show you what my girlfriend never does?” He reached down and grabbed Ed’s legs, lifting them up onto his shoulder, exposing his arse to the air.
Ed shook his head, not liking where this was going. “Umm – I think I know where you’re doing with this, and I don’t think so, dude”
“Don’t worry – it won’t be that bad….” He pinned Ed to the ground with one hand, and with the other reached into the first aid kit, withdrawing a tube of vasaline. Scooping a lump of it out, he slathered his dick with it before pressing the tip of it against Ed’s hole.
“No, David I really don’t want to….ahhh fuck…” He cried out in pain as David thrust forward, his dick sliding full length into Ed’s arse. “Ahhh fuck that hurts. Stop it…Pull it out…” he moaned. David ignored his protests, and continues pushing his hips forwards until the full 8 inches of his prick were inside Ed’s tight arse. “Fuuck… pull it out…pull it out” Ed moaned into David’s mouth when he leaned forward to snog him again. “Relax, Ed…you need to relax”
David didn’t move, leaving his cock buried inside, instead breaking the kiss, reaching forward and grabbing Ed’s dick, and stroking it. “Jesus Christ … that’s not right…” moaned Ed. David continued the stroking, and finally felt Ed’s arse start to relax, getting used to the girth of the dick inside. When David started to pump his cock gently in and out, Ed’s cries of discomfort had turn into gentle whimpers of pleasure.
Gradually, David started to pick up pace, starting to move his dick in and out more and more. At first, the distance he pulled back was tiny – almost imperceptible, but as Ed relaxed, he started pulling back more and more, until soon, he was pulling the entire shaft back until just his fact, cut remained inside. Ed was moaning out in pleasure now, and when David pulled his dick all the way out, Ed moaned – “fucking hell – put it back in …fuck me harder… c’mon fuck me harder”
David needed no second request, and soon was pounding Ed’s arse as hard as he could, cock slamming in and out, both of them dripping with sweat and moaning with pleasure. He leant forward and took Ed’s left nipple between his teeth, biting down firmly on it, his tongue licking it as it was crushed between his teeth. In response, Ed squeezed his hole tightly around David’s dick, which sent them both over the edge. Ed felt his arse stretched one final time as David’s penis entered him, and as it rubbed against his prostate he started to cum. Hot, creamy globs of spunk flew from his cockhead and sprayed against his chest and face. Simultaneously, David stiffened and thrust his hips forward, his dick slamming deep inside Ed’s hole. He too started to cum, spraying spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside. David leaned forward and they kissed passionately while they both continued to cum, only stopping when the last few drops leaked from Ed’s cock.
David leaned forward, and scraped the cum off Ed’s body, flicking it off his hands across the dark cave. He withdrew his dick and then they collapsed next to each other, chests heaving. “Fuck man, that was amazing…” David panted. “My girlfriend was never that good”
As Ed’s breathing returned to normal, he whispered “You’ve broken my arse…but man I’ve never cum so hard in my life. We’re definitely going to have to try that again.” He said, rolling over onto his side, feeling exhausted, starting to doze. Soon, he was asleep.
David rolled onto his side, positioning himself so his chest was firmly against Ed’s back, relishing for the first time the feeling of a firm, masculine body pressed against his. He reached around and let his hand rest on Ed’s softening dick, wrapping his hand around it and squeezing it gently, eliciting quiet moans from Ed as he slept. David’s own cock was still semi hard, and he guided it gently between Ed’s cheeks, letting it slip back inside before it softened completely, eventually falling asleep still inside him.
Let me see what I can do :-)
Jamie sighed with relief as he leant against the bar, trying to get the attention of the staff to get him his first drink. His job was done – he’d delivered the best man’s speech, and from the laughs and applause he got at the end, he reckoned he’d done a pretty good job at it too. Now that task was over, he could finally have a few drinks and relax. He waited a while more, idly admiring the arse of the cute young dark haired barman in tight black jeans as he leant over to fetch bottles of champagne, beer and wine from the fridge. His thoughts were finally interrupted when one of the girls stood in front of him and asked him what he wanted. As he ordered, the cute blond hissed to her “…I’m going for a smoke while its quieter…I’ll be back in 5”, before grabbing his jacket and heading out through the side door onto the courtyard.
He grabbed his bourbon, and started to circulate chatting here and there to the other guests. The booze had gone straight to his head, and after a couple more, he headed outside for fresh air and a smoke. He lit up, and leant against the cool stone wall, enjoying the chill of the night after the stuffiness of the hall inside. Across the courtyard, he noticed the barman, smoking and playing with his phone – the dim blue light illuminating his face in the dark. Jamie reached for his cigarettes for a second, before realising that his box of matches was empty. He swore under his breath, and sauntered the short distance across the courtyard. “Hi – sorry to interrupt your break, but I don’t suppose I can get a light?”
The barman looked up in surprise. “Umm…of course, Sir here…” He said, handing Jamie a plastic disposable lighter. Jamie light his cigarette, and automatically slipped the lighter in his pocket. “Nice night for a wedding” he said conversationally.
“I guess so” replied the barman. “Pity I’m stuck here working though”.
“True – never fun when you don’t get to partake, I guess.” Jamie held out his hand. “I’m Jamie” The barman looked suspiciously at him, before taking his hand and shaking it. “Luke”
“How long have you worked here, Luke?”
“This is my first week – my friend, Janey - one of the girl in the bar that was serving you got me this job, working bar, and some late night shifts doing room service. Tonight I work bar until the wedding is done, then I have to cover room service till 1am! Nighmare!”
“Then out for fun?” Jamie countered.
“Nooo – not for me – am being boring and heading home”
They both smoked their cigarettes in silence; after several moments, Luke slipped his phone into his pocket, and turning back towards the bar area said “Well, enjoy your evening, Sir, I hope you have a nice night” before walking back across the courtyard; the music from the party within briefly flaring as he entered. Jamie sighed, and headed back to the party, slipping his hands into his pockets as he walked. He felt the lighter amongst his keys and phone, and resolved to return it to the barman as soon as he’d taken a slash.
Jamie headed to the gents, unzipped his fly and pulled his thick, cut cock out and started to piss. He closed his eyes and sighed, ignoring the sound of the door opening and closing, footsteps crossing the room, and the sound of someone standing next to him at the urinal. As he finished, and was shaking off the last few drops, he opened his eyes, and realised it was Luke standing next to him, fly undone, obviously suffering from stage fright. He could have sworn he’d seen him looking down at his dick, and he made a bit of a show of slowly levering it back into his trousers and zipping his fly, enjoying the suspicion that Luke was trying to watch. As he moved away, Jamie murmured “…by the way, I forgot to give you your lighter back…” He reached into his pocket, withdrew the lighter and slipped his hand into Luke’s back jeans pocket, depositing the lighter, pausing for longer than was strictly necessary before squeezing the firm right cheek, removing his hand and walking away.
Luke stood at the urinal, not sure of what had just happened – had that guy really just copped a feel? Had he noticed Luke peering down, trying to get a nice long at his dick? Annoyingly, his own dick had responded to these thoughts, and was now stiffly poking skywards, leaving him unable to pee. He gave it a few quick strokes, before shoving it, still erect back into his boxers, adjusting it so his boner wasn’t blatantly obvious.
When he got back to work behind the bar, it had got busy, and the next hours passed rapidly as he popped champagne, mixed cocktails and poured pints. He was bursting to tell his friend, Janey all about the hot guy with the big dick from the wedding party. Between serving progressively drunker punters, he watched Jamie work the room, and was jealous to see him chatting animatedly with a good looking guy for ages who looked to be having a good time too. He sighed inwardly, glad that he’d not blurted out his news to Jamie – thinking that the guy was just another drunken flirt.
Meanwhile, Jamie had spent the night sipping his drink mixing with the other guests. Pleasantly relaxed by the few drinks he’d had, he was in a much better state than most of them, and he watched in amusement as several of the guests paired up, heading outside for drunken snogs, and then heading off to their rooms. He’d spent a nice half hour chatting and flirting with the bride’s single brother – a 30 year old banker, blonde hair, blue eyes, with what appeared to be a great body under his tuxedo. Thinking he was getting somewhere, Jamie had invited him for a walk to ‘get some air’; the guy had looked confused, before realisation dawned on his face, and he grinned and good naturedly rebuffed the advance, excusing himself to go and talk to his sister.
Around midnight, the party started to wind down as the bar called last drinks, and started to clear up. Wanting one final drink, Jamie approached, smiling at Luke, asked for a bourbon and ice. “I’m sorry, sir… the bar is now closed, I can’t serve you anything…” he said, a little coldly. Jamie looked surprised at the tone. “But I just want one more for the road” he said, looking disappointed.
“Sorry – I really can’t, Sir…” came the reply – this time a bit more warmly, Luke feeling a bit silly by his initial response. “There is another pub down the road, which is open till 3, or you could call room service”
“Ok then – can I order room service from here?”
“Umm, I guess so… Just tell me what you want, and I’ll pass it on. Someone will bring it up in a few minutes”
Jamie looked thoughtfully down the wine list, fancying champagne, and settled on an expensive bottle of Crystal, thinking, if he was going to drink alone, he’d do it in style. Given his failure at securing a shag with the banker, he figured he’d strip, watch porn on the laptop for a couple of hours, and jerk off a few times while downing his drink.
“Oh – sorry, was lost in my thoughts…I’ll have a bottle of the Crystal please –can you have it sent up to the Presidential Suite”
Luke looked up, impressed “…nice choice, Sir. I’ll have it sent up immediately”
“Actually – can you hold it back for a while – can you get it dropped off at about 1?”
“Of course, Sir… Is there anything else?”
Jamie shook his head in the negative, and headed away from the bar while Luke watched. He made his farewells to the bride and groom, before to the elevator and up to the privacy of his room. He opened the huge glass sliding doors that opened onto the private terrace and stood outside, having a cigarette, again enjoying the cool night after the stuffiness of the party. He stripped off his bowtie and Tuxedo, carefully hanging them in the cupboard, before heading into the bathroom and slipping off his boxers, shirt and socks, discarding them in a pile on the floor.
Standing in front of the mirror, he inspected his body. Muscular, with a well-defined chest, 6 pack and big arms he spent god knows how many hours in the gym lifting weights, swimming and running. He was in great shape for 36, he figured, and the week he’d just spent on the beach had left him tanned, the sun bleaching the hair that covered his chest, arms and legs to a snowy white. He inspected his cock too, thick and meaty, surrounded by neatly trimmed, blonde pubes. He kept his nut sack and cock shaft waxed smooth, and was pleased to see that the speedo shaped tan line he’d acquired on the first few days of his holiday was barely visible after 3 days of naked swimming and sunbathing at the end.
He jumped into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the flood of hot water washing over him, leaving him feeling much refreshed. He soaped his body up, starting with his face, moving down his body, lathering up his cock, balls and arse, relishing the tingle of the mint shower gel on his skin. He rinsed off, and had just got out of the shower and was towelling off when there was a firm knock at the door.
“Room service…” came a call.
“Oh…shit – just a second” Jamie wrapped the enormous towel around his waist and crossed the room to the front door. Pulling the door open, he was pleasantly surprised to see Luke standing there, ice bucket and bottle in one hand, two glasses in the other. “Hello Sir…your champagne?” He stammered, eyes darting around the room, trying to look at anything but the half-naked man in front of him. “I brought two glasses – ‘cause I thought you might have, umm…company”
Jamie stepped back, laughing “…no – just me and my hand tonight…” he said, holding up his right hand and waggling his fingers. “Come in – you can sit it over there on the terrace, please…” He sauntered into the bedroom, calling over his shoulder, “can you open it – I’m just going to change”. He slipped on a singlet and a pair of gym shorts, stuffing a 20 in his pocket for a tip.
Luke stood there, shocked. Did this guy just tell him he was going to have a wank? His dick started to stiffen uncomfortably in his jeans as he imagined Jamie jerking off, stroking that big dick he’d seen earlier, spunk shooting all over his chest. He headed out to the terrace, setting the glasses and ice bucket down on the table, and opening it with a pop. Heading back inside, he asked “anything else, Sir?” Jamie shook his head, and handed him the 20, “…no, that’s all thanks”.
“Thank you very much, Sir… Oh, do you mind if I used your bathroom? It’s just that I’m heading straight home from here, and if I go back to the staffroom, it will take ages. We’re not meant to, use guest rooms, but you know…”
Jamie grinned – “I know, you want to get home. Feel free…” Luke entered the bathroom; it was still warm and humid from the shower a few minutes earlier. Pulling the frosted glass door closed behind him, he walked to the toilet and began to piss. As he finished, he noticed the discarded shirt and boxers in an untidy pile in the corner. Not being able to resist, he picked them both up, burying his face into the fabric and inhaling deeply. A combination of smells hit his nostrils – musky, vaguely sweaty smell from the boxers, and a light citrus smell from the shirt.
He dropped them back onto the floor, and as he stood at the basin, washing his hands, he looked down at the toiletries laid out there. Toothbrush, toothpaste, aftershave, razor, a box of condoms and a bottle of lube were all laid out neatly. He picked up the bottle of aftershave and inhaled the citrus scent, recalling the smell discarded shirt. Carefully he opened the box of condoms – it was full, and he saw some cock rings tucked in there as well – a studded leather strap, a blue elastic band and a heavy metal ring. He was holding the metal ring in his hand, admiring the weightiness of it, when the door started to slide open; he quickly stuffed it back into the box, leaving the box open and untidly on the sink, and continuing to wash his hands.
Jamie stood at the door, glass of champagne in hand. “You ok? I thought you might have fallen in…” he said, grinning, eyes sweeping the room, and noticing that the toiletries had been moved about. “Sorry, Sir – I…I was off in my own little world. I’ll leave you in peace. Thanks for the use of your bathroom”
“No problem, Luke…” he paused. He grinned, continuing “…listen – I’m guessing not, and I guess you want to get home, but I don’t suppose you’d fancy helping me finish this bottle? I’m here, wide awake, and could do with some company”…
“Umm, Thank you, Sir, I’m not really meant to drink with guests… If my boss found out, I could lose my job… “Luke replied, wanting more than anything to be able to stay, but not wanting to jeopardise his job. “It’s very nice of you to ask, but you know how it is…”
“Well, if I could guarantee that you wouldn’t lose your job – would that make a difference?”
“I guess so – but you don’t know my boss – he’s a bit of a monster…” Luke flushed, realising what he’d just said. “… I mean, he’s pretty strict…Sir”
Jamie laughed “…I’ll have to take that up with him, then when we talk next”
Luke asked nervously, “…you know him?”
“Of course I do – he works for me… I own this place; well at least my family do…Why do you think my best friend had his wedding here? ”
Luke’s eyes widened … “You’re James Marshall, Sir? The James Marshall that runs this place?”
Jamie nodded, saying “…Yep, that’s me – and for the record, it’s Jamie, not James and definitely not Sir. I’m surprised you haven’t seen me around – but I guess if you’ve only been here a week or so – I’ve been on holiday, so that might be it. Anyway, now we’ve established you’re not going to get fired, are you going to stand there, looking through my toiletries, or shall we have a drink outside?”
Luke flushed a deep shade of purple, looking guiltily down at the sink, before nodding, and saying “…I’m sorry Sir…I mean Jamie, I just, you know…Yes, please I’d love a drink”
They walked back through the flat, and returned outside to the terrace. Jamie poured a second glass of champagne for Luke, and topped his own up before flopping down into the massive sofa that overlooked the balcony, and beckoning Jamie to follow suit. “Sit – tell me about yourself.” He encouraged. Luke sat nervously on the edge of the sofa, and they began to chat, Luke explaining that he was working at the hotel part time, to earn money while he studied, that he wanted to go travelling and see the world once he graduated in a month or so.
“So you’re only here for the sort term?” Jamie asked. Luke nodded, “I guess so – I hope you don’t mind”
“Not at all – I did exactly the same thing a few years back when I was in my 20’s. You must be what, 22?”
“24 actually – I turn 25 next week”
Their glasses were empty, and Jamie automatically jumped up to top them both up, leaving the bottle drained. Luke remarked “…hmm – we’re out – do you fancy another?”
“sure, I mean, if you fancy it. Do you want me to go get some more?”
“..Not at all! You’re done working. Let me call down to get someone to bring some up. You stay out here, and I’ll answer the door – no need to start tongues wagging amongst the staff.” He phoned down to reception, and soon there was a knock at the door, and Luke heard low voices as Jamie answered, and returned with a fresh, cold bottle. He was feeling relaxed from the first couple of glasses, and he sank back into the sofa, briefly setting his glass down to remove his shoes and socks, undo his tie, and release the top button of his shirt.
As Jamie walked back out onto the terrace, bottle in one hand, Luke again admired his body, the singlet perfectly highlighting the big, muscular arms and shoulder as the light from inside silhouetted his frame. “More bubbles!” stage whispered Jamie, as he sat down, this time a lot closer to Luke, quickly topping up their glasses. “Now, where were we?”
Luke, now more comfortable in Jamie’s company listened intently to his conversation – how he travelled a lot for work, and the pressure that had put on his relationship with his previous boyfriend, which ultimately ended up ending. “What…you’re gay?” said Luke. Jamie smiled at him, nodding. “Much to mother’s chagrin”
“I know how you feel – my parents went spare when I first told them” said Luke.
Jamie leant over to top up Luke’s glass; so close, they were each aware of the other’s body heat and breathing. Jamie looked at Luke’s face, lent in, and they started to kiss. Luke almost dropped his glass in surprise, but quickly recovered and their tongues met, exploring each other’s mouths. The day old stubble on Jamie’s face rasped not unpleasantly across Luke’s cheeks and lips.
They broke apart, and Jamie whispered “I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you in the courtyard tonight” into Luke’s ear. He took their glasses and the now half empty bottle and deposited them out of the way, on a side table, before returning back to the sofa to resume the slow, passionate kissing. He began running his hands over Luke’s body, feeling the litheness beneath the uniform and jeans. He could feel that Luke’s dick had responded, and was now rock hard, pressing trapped between his thigh and the tight denim.
Jamie’s own cock was by now also fully erect, and had slipped up, the top few inches clearly visible above his shorts, held firmly against his abdomen by the waistband. Jamie stood, pulling Luke to his feet, and broke off their embrace, reaching forward, and unbuttoning Luke’s shirt one button at a time, until it was fully released. Luke slipped it off his shoulders, letting it fall onto the floor, their eye contact never breaking. He unbuckled his belt, undid the button on his jeans, and pulled them awkwardly off, so that he stood there only in his boxers, his erection clearly visible in the dim light.
Jamie stood still, admiring the show. Luke had the body of a swimmer – slim, but toned; an amazing 6 pack hinted at a lot of work in the gym, as did the perfectly formed pecs. He was completely smooth, and his lightly tanned skin was marked only by an intricate tattooed design that covered his left shoulder. His right nipple was pierced with a small silver coloured bolt, and a chain with a skull design hung from his neck. Luke slipped his boxers off, and stood there completely naked in front of Jamie. His penis, now freed from the jeans and boxers was pointing at the stars. It was long and thin and uncut, with a neat bush of dark pubic hair at the base. Jamie stood transfixed, before slowly stripping off his singlet and gym shorts, until they stood on the terrace, both completely naked, facing each other, their cocks inches apart.
Jamie gently pushed Luke back, onto the sofa, before falling to his knees, and slipping Luke’s dick between his lips, and expertly starting to work it up and down with his tongue. Luke moaned at the first touch, his cock responding and getting even harder as Jamie sucked, licked and lapped at his shaft and balls. Jamie was stroking his own dick as he sucked, his hand gripping it tightly, almost to the point of pain while he worked it up and down in long, slow strokes. His tongue expertly ran up and down the shaft of Luke’s shaft, before running around and around the cockhead he exposed by pushing the foreskin back with his lips, licking greedily at the piss slit that had started oozing precum.
He manoeuvred their bodies so that they were lying next to each other on the sofa, his mouth wrapped around Luke’s dick, and his own cock pressing at Luke’s lips. He moaned softly as he felt them part, the feeling of Luke’s warm mouth enveloping his cock causing him to take a sharp intake of breath. Jamie was pleasantly surprised to find Luke had no trouble accommodating his big shaft, feeling it slip easily in and out of his throat, swallowing it down with ease until his nose was buried deep in pubes.
Luke’s mouth expertly worked at Jamie’s dick; tongue flicking at his cut cockhead, lapping and drinking down the precum which seemed to be flooding out in what seemed like a great quantity. He opened wide, and took the length of the shaft down the back of his throat in one smooth motion, barely holding back a gag as it slipped in, his mouth filled to capacity with salty hot cock. He sucked it up and down eagerly, wrapping his wet lips tightly around the shaft, eliciting moans of excitement from Jamie, who reciprocated, sending waves of pleasure pulsing down his cock shaft and through his body.
It was all too much for Luke, and he cried out in surprise as he began to ejaculate, his slim, lithe body bucking and twisting while he came. Spurt after spurt of cum erupted from his cock, and was swallowed down, Jamie’s mouth never leaving his cock, his lips milking every last drop from it, slipping it deep down his throat as the last of Luke’s orgasm subsided. Luke moaned “…I’m sorry – it was all just too much”
Jamie just smiled “…don’t worry – we’ve got all night….” He sat up on the sofa, legs apart, dick pointing at the sky. He placed a hand firmly on Luke’s shoulder, first pulling him to his feet, then guiding him down until he was positioned between his knees, Luke’s mouth inches from his cock. Luke needed no more encouragement, and leant in, swallowing it down once more. Jamie moaned quietly, spreading his legs further apart, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head, looking down at his cock being expertly sucked. Luke pulled gently on Jamie’s nutsack, briefly holding the weighty balls in his palm, before pulling away from the shaft and licking and sucking each one in turn, warm lips on the smooth skin.
He wrapped his fist around the base of Jamie’s cock, and started to suck and wank it off at the same time, spit and precum mixing in his hand to lubricate the shaft. Jamie was moaning constantly by now, and encouraged Luke by placing a hand on the back of his head and pushing hips forward, pushing his cockhead deep down his throat. Luke looked up as he sucked, a sly grin on his face as he saw Jamie was watching him suck. He released his grip, and at the same time picked up speed, pulling the shaft completely out, before plunging it back down deep in his throat, his lips and tongue working the cut cockhead as it passed back down.
Now it was all too much for Jamie too, and he cried out and started to ejaculate. Caught by surprise, the first few shots of cum sprayed on Luke’s face and chest before he managed to take Jamie’s cock back down, catching the rest of his load inside; the salty hot seed filling his mouth. He didn’t swallow immediately, instead savouring the spunk, letting it sit on his tongue, rolling it around his mouth and milking the last few drops from Jamie’s now softening cock.
Jamie sat up, and pulled Luke toward him, so that Luke straddled his lap, facing him. He leant forward, and ran his tongue over the smooth skin of Luke’s chest cleaning up the spunk that had splattered there, enjoying the taste of his own semen. His licking turned into kisses, and he gently nibbled on Luke’s nipples, cleaning up all traces of cum from his chest, pecs, and neck and finally, face. Then they were kissing passionately, each tasting their own cum on the other’s lips, bodies pressed together. They finally stopped snogging, and lay back on the sofa, Jamie sitting up, slightly reclined, with Luke sitting between his thighs, leaning back against his body. They retrieved the almost empty champagne bottle, topping up their glasses and sat together in silence, Jamie stroking Luke’s chest, his fingers idly brushing his nipples as they sipped.
Luke shivered in the cool night air, and Jamie said “shit…you’re cold. C’mon – let’s go inside where it’s a bit warmer”. They left their glasses for the morning, and Jamie pulled the balcony doors closed behind him, shutting the cool breeze outside. He watched Luke walk across the room, admiring the movement of his firm arse, feeling his dick twitch as he did. “Do you need to go?” he asked. Luke turned around to face him, shaking his head. “Not if you don’t want me to”…
Jamie pointed at the bedroom, replying “…not at all – let’s go to bed and get warm again….I’m just going to the loo”. He slid the bathroom door closed behind him, stood in front of the toilet and sighed as he began to piss for what seemed like ages. When he was done, he washed his hands, and grabbed the bottle of lube and box of condoms before heading into the bedroom. Luke was lying on top of the duvet, eyes closed, breathing deeply, having quickly fallen asleep. Jamie stood in the doorway, watching Luke’s chest slowly rise and fall as he slept, admiring his smooth, lithe body; turned on by the way his long, soft cock moved slightly across his thigh as he breathed. He noticed new things about Luke’s body he’d not noticed outside – the trail of blonde hair that led from his navel down to join the pubes that surrounded his dick, the small tattoo on his inner thigh, and a long, faint scar on the left side of his abdomen, barely visible against the pale, milky skin.
Luke stirred, opening his eyes and noticing Jamie in the doorway. A smile spread across his face, and propping himself up on his elbows, he said “…how long have I been asleep?” Jamie crossed the room, dropping the bottle of lube on the bedside table, emptying the contents of the condom box next to it. “Long enough to recover for a second round, I think…” he said, grinning down. Luke lay back, legs slightly apart, and Jamie knelt between them, leaning forward so that his muscular frame pressed against Luke’s body. They started to snog again, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, their bodies pressed together. Luke felt his cock start to stiffen again as the hairs on Jamie’s chest rubbed up against his nipples, making him groan with pleasure. Jamie’s dick responded, thickening and lengthening until it too was rock hard, two cocks pressing and grinding together as their bodies writhed against each other.
Jamie reached over to the side table, retrieving two of the cockrings. He held them up in front of Luke asking “…which one do you want? This time, you’re not cumming so quick…” Jamie pointed at the blue rubberised one, and Luke stretched it wide, slipping it over Jamie’s cock and behind his nutsack, before gently releasing it. Luke felt it tight around his dick, feeling the throb of his pulse amplified by the pressure, before grabbing the second, the leather band, leaning forward and affixing it, with some difficulty tightly around Jamies erection. They briefly knelt, facing each other, the tips of their cocks just touching, Luke running his hands lightly over Jamie’s chest, tweaking each nipple in turn, making his cock jerk at each touch. He leant forward, and whispered “…fuck me” into Jamie’s ear.
Needing no further encouragement, Jamie manoeuvred Luke around until he was on his hands and knees, his smooth, peachy arse in the air. He knelt behind him and started kissing him lightly on the back, moving further and further down until his lips started caressing his arsecheeks. He reached forward, spread them apart, and then let his tongue rest against Luke’s hole, pressing against it gently. Luke cried out in pleasure at the warm, moist touch. Jamie started to run his tongue around and around, licking and lapping at the smooth, tight arse. He pressed harder until the tip slipped inside, savouring the musky taste, his face buried between Luke’s cheeks. Luke was moaning constantly in pleasure, and precum flowed in a stream from his dick down, onto the duvet below. Without stopping the rimming, Jamie reached over to the table and retrieved a handful of condoms and the bottle of lube. Reluctantly, he pulled his face away, before tearing open a packet, and unrolling a condom over his erection, enjoying the tightness the slightly too small sheath provided. He squirted out a fistful of lube, applying it to Luke’s arse, slipping a single slippery finger slowly inside, eliciting more groans as he slowly massaged his prostate, a second, then a third finger joining the first.
Unable to wait any longer, he slathered more lube on his throbbing cock, and pressed it against Luke’s arse. He leant forward and whispered “…are you ready?” Luke nodded, and murmured something insensible. Jamie pushed his dick forward, feeling the cockhead press hard against Luke hole, stretching it wide before slipping inside, the hot warmth of Luke’s arse enveloping his dick. He paused as Luke cried out waiting for him to get used to the dick entering him, and was surprised when Luke pressed back eagerly, forcing more of his dick inside. He responded, pushing his hips slowly forward, his penis sliding in deeper, inch by inch, until the full 9 inches was buried inside. He started to slowly withdraw it, the tightness of the arse around his cock driving him wild, moaning as his cut cockhead was squeezed by Luke’s ring as it slipped out, then back inside again. He reached round, and wrapped his fist around Luke’s dick, squeezing the shaft hard, starting to jerk it in time to his fucking, slowly picking up pace. The cold night air of outside was forgotten now, sweat pouring off their bodies, dripping from Jamie’s face and chest onto Luke’s back as they fucked. Both of their cocks were hard as rocks – the cockrings constricting the blood flow, making them swollen and amazingly sensitive.
Jamie pulled out, and lay back on the bed, his erection pointing at the ceiling. Luke straddled it, and lowered himself down and began to ride it up and down, his dick slapping against Jamie’s lower belly when the full length entered him. Jamie laid back, hands behind his head, and let Luke ride his dick, their eyes locked, more precum splattering from Luke’s dick onto Jamie’s stomach. He reached forward, grabbing Luke’s dick again, rubbing precum into his cockhead, wrapping his hand around the long thin shaft. Lost in the moment, he was suddenly struck with the desire to be fucked himself, not something that had happened very often. Without saying a word, he grabbed a second condom, ripping it from the pack and unwrapping it around Luke’s cock.
Luke looked down in surprise as Jamie spurted lube on his newly condom clad dick, lifted himself up, letting Jamie’s dick slide out. Jamie grinned, moving further down on the bed, putting a pillow under his waist, and lifting his legs up, exposing his arse for Luke to see. “I don’t do this often – so you’ll have to go gently.” Luke positioned his cockhead against Jamie’s exposed asshole, rubbing some lubricant from the tip around and around. He pressed his dick firmly against it, leaning forward so now his body was on top of Jamie. Jamie cried out in pain as the tip slipped in, his arse unused to the intrusion. Luke held the position, leaning forward so they could snog some more, before slowly slipping the entire length of his dick inside.
Jamie forced himself to relax, letting Luke’s 8 inches slide deeper and deeper, filling his tight hole for the first time in years. He ripped of his own condom, flinging it aside, and started to wank his shaft, distracting himself from the pain. Luke started to pick up the pace of the fucking, his cockhead grinding against Jamie’s prostate, making him groan in pleasure. He remembered how much he liked being fucked, and jerked his cock harder and harder as they continued. Luke started pulling his dick all the way out, slamming it back inside, pounding harder and harder, enjoying topping someone for a change. After about 3 thrusts, he realised that the condom had split, and was lying in tatters around his dick. “Shit…” he muttered. “I need another…”
“Just forget it – just leave it raw…” Jamie replied, turned on by the thought of Luke’s unsheathed dick inside him.
Luke ripped the remains of the condom from his cock, lubed his raw dick up again, and plunged it back inside, relishing the feel of raw skin on raw skin. They fucked for what seemed like ages, then Jamie flipped Luke onto his back, whispering “my turn again” before sliding his own uncovered dick deep inside Luke’s arse. Luke rested his ankles on Jamie’s shoulders, and resumed jerking off his dick, feeling his orgasm starting to build. “Fuck … I’m gonna cum soon…” he moaned.
“Me too…” replied Jamie, grinding his dick hard into Jamie’s hole. “…Do you want me to pull out?”
Luke shook his head.
Jamie stiffened, moaned loudly, thrust his dick deep inside Luke and started to shoot a massive load. Luke clenched his arse around Jamie’s spunking cock, feeling every spray pulse through the shaft and deep inside him. This sent him over the edge too, his own orgasm erupting from his dick, hot spunk spraying all over his chest, mixing with the sweat of their combined exertions. Spurt after spurt shot from their cocks, filling Luke’s arse and covering his chest. When their orgasms had subsided, Jamie pulled his softening cock out of Luke’s arse the shaft slick with spunk. He leant down, and they kissed again deeply. He ran his fingers through the cum on Luke’s chest, licking them clean, before leaning down, and cleaning the rest up with his tongue, drinking it down greedily.
They collapsed, side by side on the bed, exhausted. Luke lay on his side, hand across Jamie’s chest, running his fingers through the hair, and brushing the tips of his nipples lightly. Jamie sighed, and soon his breathing deepend, as he fell asleep. Luke reached down, and unbuttoned the leather strap that was still wrapped round Jamie’s cock and balls, placing it on the bedside table. He stretched the rubber ring of his own dick, happy to have the tight pressure relieved. He curled up against Jamie’s body, before falling into a deep sleep.
Mark’s eyes flicked opened and fixed on the guy in front of him – about 25, slim, very cute, blonde haired, blue eyed. He stared briefly before replying “…sure – that’s right”
“Ok then, let’s get started – I’m just going to wash your hair first, so if you lean back into the sink we’ll get going”
Mark relaxed back into the chair, enjoying the warm water wetting his hair, and the slow, firm pressure of Matty’s fingers massaging his scalp. Matty chatted absently as he worked, talking about other clients, the weather and the festival he had been to with his friends where, he (he whispered in a low voice) had had ‘loads and loads’ of sex with different guys. Mark largely ignored him, enjoying the experience, and murmuring the occasional ‘hmm’ and ‘wow’ at what seemed like appropriate places.
Matty filled a large jug with water, and rinsed the shampoo off, before squirting some conditioner into his hands, and working it in, his hands working more firmly than before this time. After about 10 more minutes of this, Mark was so relaxed he was almost asleep. Leaving the conditioner in, Matty wrapped some hot towels over Marks’ face, preparing for the wet shave. He had finished this taks, had filled the jug again with water to rinse the conditioner out, and was just about to pour it over his head, when the door slammed shut, and he jumped, spilling the entire contents over Mark – soaking his tshirt and jeans.
Mark’s eyes flew open, all sense of relaxation flying out the window. “Shit!…” he yelled as he jumped out of the chair, dripping with rapidly cooling water.
Matty just stood there, looking shocked… “I’m … I’m soo sorry” He stammered. “Here…” he handed some towels over.
Mark tried to towel the worst of the water off. “Shit, man…I’m meant to be going out on a date after this…I can’t go sopping wet…”
Matty, flushing red said “…ummm….I’m really sorry, oh shit, I’m sooo sorry. Listen – we have a drier back there – I can put your stuff through if you want – will be dry by the time we’re done…You can wear a towel while we do the shave and cut – and still make your date”
Mark looked at Matty – “don’t worry about it – if you can get these things dry, it’s all ok, I guess”. He emptied his pockets onto the bench, before pulling his tshirt off, over his head, revealing his heavily muscled, tanned torso. Tattoos covered his muscular shoulders and upper arms, revealing a complex random pattern that was still visible beneath the blonde hair that lightly covered his chest. A clearly defined 6pack was mainly hair free, except for a trail of hairs leading down from his navel, underneath his waistband. He unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his sopping jeans, revealing his tight, white briefs, his thick, cut cock clearly visible beneath the material, pressed against his left le
He held out his jeans and shirt to Matty, who was staring, open mouthed at the display. “Here…” he said, “…you think you could get me a towel? My briefs are soaked too..” Matty handed him a towel, still staring, open mouthed. He wrapped it around his waist, and turning away, slipped his briefs down, and stepped out of them, before returning to the chair and sitting down again.
Matty shook himself, put the clothes into the drier, and returned to work. He applied more hot towels, and began to massage Mark’s face gently, starting with the cheeks, ears and working down over his chin and neck. Mark sighed, feeling relaxation returning to his body, smiling to himself under the towels as he felt Matty’s fingers start to stray south of his collar bone, and brush the top of his chest. The hot towels were removed, conditioner rinsed out before Matty resumed the face and neck massage, the tips of his fingers straying further and further down Mark’s muscular chest.
Matty pushed his luck even more, and let his thumbs brush over Marks nipples, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. He quickly moved back to the neck, murmuring “…Sorry ‘bout that, got distracted”. Mark grinned, not opening his eyes. “No bother…actually, felt quite nice…” Matty immediately resumed his gentle stroking of Mark’s pierced nipples, his fingertips brushing the tips, while also firmly massaging the pecs beneath. Looking down, he saw his efforts were having another effect – Mark’s cock had twitched, and was now starting to harden, tenting the front of the towel outward.
Mark’s breathing had increased in pace, and he shifted himself, opening his legs, so that the towel came loose, and slipped down, revealing his semi hard dick lying against his abdomen, almost reaching his navel. One of Matty’s hands strayed down, his fingers running over the defined abs and into Mark’s belly button. As he did, the back of his hand brushed against the cut cockhead of Mark’s dick, eliciting a sharp intake of breath, and a further stiffening and lengthening of his dick. He could see Mark was very well endowered, his thick, long cock reaching about 9 inches now, and a hairy set of balls nestled below.
Matty stopped the massage, reached for the shaving soap and brush, and began to apply it to Mark’s face and neck, before sharpening the razor, and expertly removing the 2 day stubble that covered it, leaving it smooth and clean. Without opening his eyes, Mark asked “Given they’re out – I don’t suppose you can tidy up my balls and cock shaft can you? I prefer them to be nice and smooth”
Without hesitation, Matty replied “…sure thing, it’s the least I can do after slopping water all over you”. He reached for clippers, and expertly trimmed slightly the blonde pubes that covered his abdomen, before covering the shaft of his dick and balls in the shaving foam. “Don’t move an inch “ he said as he reached for the razor again. “Don’t want to cut you down here before the big date…”
He slowly drew the razor down the shaft of Mark’s dick, removing all the stray hairs, before repeating the process on his sack, stretching the skin tight over each of the large nuts below. More hot towels cleaned the residual shaving foam off, and he squirted some moisturiser into his hand, and began to rub it into the freshly shaven skin.
Mark moaned, and squirmed in the chair as Matty’s hands wrapped around the shaft of his cock, working the lotion into the skin. His cock seemed to grow thicker in his grip, and he began to stroke the shaft up and down, before adding a second hand to the shaft, his thumbs working up and down the underside, cupping a single testicle in each hand.
He noticed as he did, a clear, sticky drop of precum oozed from the tip, and grew as he slid both thumbs together up, along the underside of his dick. He bent forward, and touched his tongue to it, savouring the salty taste in his mouth. Squirting more moisturiser into his fists, he wrapped one around the base of Mark’s cock, beginning to rub the palm of his other hand around and around the tip of his cock, while stroking the shaft up and down in time.
Mark’s breathing intensified at the new sensations that flooded from the tip of his penis, down the shaft and all the way through his body. Marky increased the pace of the cockhead massage, enjoying the effect his efforts were having, enjoying the view of the muscled body writhing beneath his touch, watching toned muscles moving beneath the tanned, tattooed skin.
He judged it expertly. Just as Mark was about to cum, Matty abruptly stopped, removing his hands from Mark’s dick, leaving it hard as a rock, precum oozing again from the tip, and Mark breathing deeply, gripping the arms of the chair tightly. “Don’t move…” said Matty quietly. “…I’ll be right back. We just need to let the moisturiser soak in”
Matty returned after 5 minutes, and was amazed to see Mark’s boner was still hard and thick, not reduced at all. This time, he started massaging his large nuts, applying more moisturiser to make them slick under his fingers. Tentatively, he started to work his index finger behind Marks’ balls and into the crack. Mark moaned, and lifted his arse slightly into the air, allowing Matty’s finger access to his hole, groaning louder as it slipped inside and sought out the walnut of his prostate. Matty wrapped his other hand firmly round the shaft and began to wank it, the strokes of his hand matching the prostate massage he was delivering with his index finger.
Mark moaned loudly as he felt his approaching orgasm, fully expecting the massage to stop again, teasing him, denying him the release of shooting his load. This time, Matty increased the pace of his fist pumping on his shaft; Mark groaning loudly now.
Suddenly, felt his orgasm explode, and his whole body stiffened, and clenched. As he shot spurt after spurt of hot cum over his chest and abs, Matty continued to massage his prostate, adding a second finger, milking every last drop of spunk from within his nuts.
Once Mark had stopped shooting his load, Matty withdrew his fingers, and stood. His own dick was rock hard now, and precum had oozed from the tip, causing a large wet patch on his uniform. He unbuttoned his fly, releasing his own long, uncut cock, and started to jerk it roughly. He was so turned on by Mark, panting covered in spunk that he only needed to stroke it a few times before he too moaned, and shot his load to join Mark’s cum, covering his abdomen, spunk pooling in his belly button. As Matty buttoned his uniform back up, Mark said “…I suppose you’re going to clean that up?” Waiting for no further invite, Matty leant forward, and began to lick their combined loads off Mark’s body, pausing to ensure the nipples and belly button were extra clean.
The drier pinged in the background, announcing the completion of the drying cycle. Matty emptied the clothes from it, handing them over to Mark who quickly and silently dressed, before letting himself out the door, back into the main room for his haircut.
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