Hi guys, this is a story that follows the lives of two gay friendsb with very complex issues and personalities. It contains graphic sex though not much in this part, so if you're not supposed to be reading this sort of stuff or are offended by it PLEASE GO AWAY NOW The characters are fictional insofar as that is possible. If any of them resembles you or somebody you know it is a pure coincidence. Critical comments are accepted - good and bad - at bazdeboy@gmail.com most so far like the fact that the main characters don't live in a gym but are ordinary gay men. But normal can be eortic too can't it? I hope so? Here's part 3
CHAPTER THREE We never set the alarm clock!
I woke suddenly in an unfamiliar bed. Arthur was still wrapped around me with his morning horn pressed against the flesh of my ass. I took a moment to re-orientate myself and then I shouted "Fuck!" and I jumped out of the bed.
Arthur woke and groggily mentioned something about that sounding like a good idea. I was going to be late for a lecture. I scurried into the bathroom. There was no time to shower so I sprayed my body with a liberal shower of deodorant. I was brushing my teeth when Arthur entered the room without a stitch on him. His hair was disheveled, he looked rough and his cock was still standing up like a flagpole. He stood beside me and tried to aim the weapon at the toilet bowl. It wouldn't stay down. He was in agony. He would love to piss but his morning wood wouldn't.
"I can't believe that I actually let you stick that thing into me last night," I said as I inspected his cock for the first time in broad daylight. It wasn't a porn-star type cock, it was a tiny bit shorter than mine but it seemed to be twice as thick as mine.
"If you'd let me stick it in you again I might be able to piss without destroying the walls!"
"You're a dirty cunt," I said as walked past him and slapped his ass hard, "piss in the shower but give it a good cleaning afterwards!"
I didn't wait for his reply but I was chuckling at his shriek as I slapped his ass. I imagined he must have almost lost control of his bladder in reaction. I dressed, grabbed my bag and we arrived in the kitchen together. He was still naked.
"Why don't you skip class and come back to bed?" he asked as I picked up a banana (the only available food) and seductively ate it in front of him.
"No can do!" I chirped and bit down hard on the fruit.
Arthur flinched. The little pervert had been imaging that it was his cock in my mouth.
"I've got choir tonight so I won't be home until nine," he said regaining his posture. His cock was still standing straight out and then curving slightly up towards his nose.
"Okay, I'll talk to you then!"
Sitting in the theatre I was acutely aware of the pain in my ass. When I remembered it was a pain that was left by my 'puppy' I liked it. It was a reminder that we had done something intimate. I had no idea what he was thinking now but I was thinking about him. I had never heard of somebody falling in love with a friend before. You either love them from the beginning or they remain forever friends. But nobody ever talks about friendship becoming love do they? I have no idea what happened at the lecture.
When I got home at seven the house was almost dark. I went inside, lit a fire and made a sandwich and a cup of tea. I curled up on the sofa and turned on the telly. I opened the evening paper and looked through the appointments section for work. There was plenty of evening work in bars but damn all else available. I had worked in bars before during the summer and knew the job well. I called one place and was offered the job on the phone there and then. I accepted as quickly and would start the following day at six. Bye bye to Saturday evenings!
I watched some of Coronation Street and then opened my books. But I couldn't concentrate. Arthur would be home in an hour and we would have to talk. I was very skittish and I would say confused. Maybe I shouldn't have slept with a friend like that? It would have made far more sense if Arthur and I had both lived unrelated gay lives and after years of irresponsible passion we would meet 'accidentally' as fate brings us together and we realize that the other is gay. We celebrate our fortieth birthdays together and then move in together and live happily ever after. By then I might have had enough activity to enjoy life as a bottom and let him do all the work. And if I'm not tired he could be, and also, he might have learned to lie back and let somebody else make the effort.
Next I would think about calling him my partner and being forty years old right now at the age of twenty-four. I didn't know if I wanted to be in a relationship with him or not. We were friends and we had had sex and it was messy. Yeah, it was messy but it was great. How would I react if he said it was just hormones last night and meant nothing? What would I do if he asked me to be his boyfriend? He had growled the word 'mine' and grabbed my ass last night; did he want to own me like some kind of master and slave shit? I wished he would get back. I needed to talk and sort my head out with him. He was my puppy; did I want to be his bitch? And all the time I knew that I wanted to fuck him and he didn't seem to want me to do that. I didn't think I'd like to be in a relationship that was all one-sided. Well, not then anyway! The young ferret between my legs was fond of sniffing out a burrow or two too! And maybe Arthur wasn't even interested?
When the News-at-Ten ended he still wasn't back so I guessed he was getting cold feet and avoiding coming back until I was asleep in bed. I quietly curled up in my bed, it was half-past-eleven, I guessed he was avoiding me; I wouldn't have to worry about the boyfriend questions now. There was only the matter of how to live as if nothing had ever happened. Hey, we're both gay and we're all supposed to do that as second nature aren't we? I curled up and slept.
The nice thing about sleep is you don't feel bad time passing. I slept soundly until I had to answer "I am now!" to a voice asking me whether I was awake or not. It was almost two in the morning and Arthur was sitting on the edge of my bed. He was drunk! He cracked open a can of cheap lager and held it out to me. I took it and gingerly sipped a bit. It's a rather strong taste when awoken from deep sleep.
"Sorry Barry, I went drinking with the two tenors and got delayed..."
"Were you in a gay bar?"
He nodded!
"First time?"
He shook his head. "I was in one a few times when I was nineteen."
I sat up intrigued. I thought he had never been with a man before so I asked him. He told me that he had three pick-ups at the time but none of them would let him fuck them when they saw his cock.
"And did they not try to fuck you?" I asked all interested in this new revelation.
As coherently as any man loosened by drink can; he spilled out a complicated story about his earlier efforts in gay bars. Puppy had sat in his woolly jumper in a bar that was popular with bears. His date for the evening was in his mid-thirties and was as stubborn a top as Arthur was. Unsurprisingly, nothing happened between them. His next tryst was with a twenty-two year old architect who claimed versatility but wouldn't take Arthur because of his size. The third guy was a slim effeminate creature who offered to take a photo of it but said he wouldn't do anything else with it! Puppy's erotic misadventures were so disappointing that he thought he might not be gay! Then he asked a question.
"Are we boyfriends now?"
"I don't know what you mean!"
"I mean, like, are me and you, you know?" He was finding it hard to get the words he needed. "Wayne and Lance asked me if I had a boyfriend."
"And what did you say?"
He looked at me with his biggest eyes and said; "I wanted to say yes," he dropped his head, "but I told them it was a work in progress!"
HOW DRAMATIC?
"I really would have loved to say yes!" he repeated.
"You could have said it!" I answered and reached out my hand towards his.
"So we are boyfriends," he said with a big smile across his face, "whatever that means!" he added repeating my earlier statement. Maybe he wasn't as drunk as I thought? He fell on top of me.
"Wayne said I should always use a condom even if the guy says he loves me," and he fumbled in his pocket to bring out a box of Mates and a squashed tube of KY jelly. "He says that the secret of safe sex is to always be a good boy scout and be prepared!" He waved the items like a trophy to his excellent scouting skills.
"The secret of safe sex lies in choosing the man you're with properly, condoms are only the final frontier," I scolded.
"Stop moaning," He said as he fumbled with his clothing, "we have unfinished business from yesterday. Gentlemen we can rebuild it, we have the power, we have the technology and tomorrow will be Saturday and we have nothing better to do..."
He looked comical with his affected American accent and his drunken hands waving a box of rubbers in the air above his head.
"Come on," I said, "let's take this to your bed it's bigger."
Arthur stayed put. "I'd rather stay here; yours is cosier!"
The smaller bed meant that we had more limited movement; any side by side action would have dumped us on the floor. I asked him to put some KY on my ass. I knelt as you would for doggy position (it was Puppy and his Bitch after all!) and he started to spread some of the jelly into my ring. Slowly he worked his finger in and out and remarked on how warm it was inside. As he loosened me up he apologised for not being any good the previous night. He wouldn't let me speak as he explained that he didn't cum because he knew I would have preferred him wearing a condom. He had condoms now and he wanted us to go the whole way! By that stage he was really working my hole over with his fingers. I was sure I was ready for his cock by now.
"I think I'm ready for you now," I muttered.
The slap of a greasy palm against my ass was indication that he had heard. He scooted up beside me with his crooked cock bouncing obscenely from his groin.
"You put it on," he laughed holding the foil-wrapped rubber out to me.
I took it and tore the side of the packet open. That was no mean achievement either. Some of those packets are nearly impossible to open without using teeth or a scissors. I didn't feel any need to be protected from Arthur but if he was happy to wear one I wouldn't object. But it wasn't to be as simple as that! I took his shaft in my hand, it felt very heavy. With the other hand I attempted to stretch the latex over the cockhead but it wouldn't stretch. I began to giggle as I struggled in vain to stretch the condom onto his cock. It simply didn't fit.
"Did I get the wrong size?" he asked anxiously. He picked up the box and examined it looking for the size indication.
"I think they only come in one size and if they called the extra-large every self respecting man would buy them and they would fall off during sex. They're supposed to be a bit tight." I explained as though I were an expert. "So they don't fall off," I explained. But try as I might I couldn't get the condom onto his cock.
"Should I have asked for bigger ones?" he asked embarrassed.
"Thick, you should have asked for thick ones," I teased him.
"Are there different sizes?"
"You can get bigger ones but there's no sizes like you would have on a pair of trousers."
"So I should go back tomorrow and exchange them for the bigger size?" he asked timidly.
I laughed at this stage.
"Did I say something funny?" he asked and then shuddered in surprise as I dropped a glob of KY on his cockhead and greased him with the cold gel.
Arthur must be the only man on the planet that could actually walk into a shop and ask for bigger condoms with neither swagger nor blush. I could imagine him standing at the counter exchanging the condoms as if they were a pair of shoes. In his drunken world he could place a pair of size 9s on a counter and ask the assistant to get him a size 10 because his feet were bigger than the shoe. In the same way you could bring back cock-jackets and ask to try a bigger one because you have a bigger cock! But I was judging him now; when sober he probably would be amused by his innocence when drunk. Or maybe it was his legal stubbornness?
The KY was great for getting his cock inside the condom. By now I had managed to get the rubber stretched onto the top half of his cock. His organ looked as if it had been shrink-wrapped and very constricted in its tight cover. I suggested that he should put them on when he was flaccid but he griped on about getting the wrong size, being sorry and promising to exchange them the next day. I looked at his dick; it looked helpless behind its latex coat, struggling to get out. I knew it would break if I tried to force it any further so I greased the outside of it and said to Arthur; "okay Puppy, show me what you can do!"
I turned to lie on my stomach but he stopped me and asked me to put my feet on his shoulders. I stopped and struggled into position on the small bed. I pulled my pillow from under my head and placed it under my ass. He smiled as he lined up and started to press the thick head of his magnificent cock against my ass. I clenched my teeth as the head pierced through the resisting muscle. I gasped for more lube; the earlier stuff must have been absorbed by now. He quickly withdrew and put some on the tip of his cock and then pushed forward. The gates gave in easily and the curved tip of his cock rammed straight into me and I shrieked like a little girl! Something like a shudder ran through my hips and spine. I though his entry had paralyzed me and I panicked.
"Sorry," he muttered, "I didn't mean to hurt you."
I had returned to normal; I wasn't paralyzed. "It's okay Arthur I think you just hit a nerve or something. It just took me by surprise ... But it felt really nice!"
"It hurt and it felt nice?"
"It didn't hurt it was a bit like electricity, like a sneeze..."
"... or an orgasm?" he asked.
"Yeah a bit! But different as well!"
"Want me to find it again?"
"Be my guest!"
I lurched my butt towards him hoping that he would find that spot again. He did find it. He found it first time and once he found it he started jabbing at it with his cockhead. Each time he would find it, jab it and slide right past it right up my butt. Then he would withdraw and stab my tricky nerve again before plunging fully inside me. I had no idea what he was doing to me but I was harder than I ever remembered it being before. My cock was rock hard and lying up along my stomach. It was straining against the skin as much as Arthur's was straining against its latex second skin. After ten minutes of lunging and plunging I begged Arthur to focus on that nerve. I was afraid that it would be gone back to normal tomorrow. It needed attention now. Naturally he obliged and fucked me with only about two or three inches inside me. The tingle in my body negated the stretched feeling in my bum. I have to admit; if Arthur's cock was attached to any other man I wouldn't even try to take it. He rocked rather than pumped and his cockhead was rubbing and massaging that sensitive area. I was squirming on the end of his cock and he loved every bit of it but I think I loved it more. As I squirmed he leered at me he could see the pleasure in my face and laughed when I contorted and with a sudden jerk by cock erupted shooting a hot trickle up my body and even splashing my nose! I don't know which of us was more amazed.
"You shot without even touching your cock man, wow! I never knew you could do that! How did you do it?" he asked excited as usual.
"No idea," I sighed in post-orgasmic bliss, "it never happened to me before!"
I was certainly the only one amazed when he leaned forward, stuck out his tongue and licked my body; cleaning up my load. When he reached my nose he opened his mouth and I could see the white mess in his mouth. Oral sex isn't my scene. I was slightly disgusted but, before I could say anything, he swallowed it! I was simply grateful that the offending substance was out of sight.
"Roll over on your tummy I want to finish you off!"
I complied with his instruction and he re-inserted his cock with a single stroke right up my willing ass. I clenched the muscle to say welcome and he took it as an indication that I was ready for his assault. Assault is the correct word; Arthur pounded my butt for a solid ten minutes! I moaned and groaned as he pounded his thick hard weapon mercilessly into my butt. I closed my eyes and relished the thought of being intimate with such a nice guy. In my mind he was my puppy but in my bed he was my Rothweiler. But even Rothweilers get tired and I could sense his exhaustion. I encouraged him as much as I could to continue. I wanted him to cum. He worked hard to build up stamina, he rocked and bucked, and he shoved and forced and thrust and thrust and thrust and gasped! His eyes rolled back in his head and his body shuddered as he released his load deep inside me. It was consummated. We were boyfriends now.
As his cock slid out of my ass it felt as if I was having a hefty dump. He sighed, fell onto his back, groped his crotch and screamed 'shit!' The condom was not there.
"Oh fuck!" he said, "I'm sorry Barry but I think I left the condom inside you!"
"Maybe you should get a coat hanger and fish it out," I suggested.
He was about to get off the bed and get one when I stopped him and explained that I was only joking. One of his most enduring charms is his inability to think that people might not be telling the truth. You see, Arthur always tells the truth and he could never understand why others didn't.
"I think you lost the condom a good while ago," I said. I actually was aware that it had probably come off after he mounted me from behind. >From the force he used I knew that it would have either been ripped off of ripped up. I knew he was going to cum inside me but I didn't stop him because I wanted him to be the first at something. The first guy that sucked me wasn't Arthur and he wasn't the first guy I sucked either. The first guy who fucked me wasn't Arthur and he wasn't the first guy I fucked either. I wanted something of him to be my first just as I was his first. Arthur was the first man to shoot inside me.
(Back to the moment at hand.) Arthur was balling on about how sorry he was and I stopped him.
"I knew you were bare inside me a long time ago," I said as I kissed his forehead.
"How could you know?"
"It wasn't glued to you and your entry was quite, well, forceful..."
"... did I hurt you?"
"No!" I replied, "I was delighted to have you be the first man to ever cum inside me and I am so glad it was you!"
"But what about safe sex?" he asked.
I could tell he was confused, "Arthur, you have just cum inside me, we are boyfriends now, why can't you relax? I loved what you did and I knew it was happening."
Arthur smiled nervously, "you're not mad at me?" he asked as my Rothweiler returned to being a puppy.
"No," I said gently, "I really trust you and I'm glad to have had my first real sex with somebody as special as you are."
"Aren't you afraid of catching something?" he asked.
"From you? The only thing I have caught from you so far is your name, Arthur? Wasn't it?" I laughed, "Honestly man, I'm so glad we've done it at last. And safe sex starts in choosing your partner and I think I chose the right one!"
He beamed a smile at me and said; "too right you have and so have I! I think!"
BITCH!