Brad Makes a New Friend

Brad makes a New Friend

by Alex Carbine

Please Note:- In a written story you have the choice of whether you use condoms or not.

In reality there is NO choice. Be safe and careful. Always use condoms.

Germs do not discriminate colour, race or creed, nor do they care as to who they are going to infect, maim or kill.

Part One. This is where the scene is unfolded.

Brad was hurrying to the Dry Cleaners with an armful of clothing, it was mid-afternoon and it was raining. Almost at his destination he was distracted by a man in a mid-length, light coloured rain coat and a pork-pie hat, who was trying to attract his attention, waving at him as he approached. Brad looked around but there was no one else mad enough to be out in this weather, except himself and the guy in the raincoat. Brad stepped into the welcome cover of a shop doorway, and the stranger followed him.

"Thank God!" said the man and even a deaf man would have recognised the American accent just from those two words. "We have weather where I come from, but it's nothing like this. Well, not all the time anyways!" Brad smiled politely and stared at the man. He was about the same age and height as Brad, and he had an air about him, an 'aura' Val would have called it, that Brad liked. "The name's Dennis, and I appear to be lost." He had taken his hat off and the stray pellets of rain dampened his greyish hair or dripped down his forehead. He wiped it away unconsciously.

"Well if this is 'lost', where are you trying to be at?" asked Brad, almost dropping the bundle of clothes as he moved to let the man further in to the doorway out of the rain, and a bit closer.

"Bud, that's the question, you know, and that's where my problem begins," drawled Dennis in the typical slightly slower speech pattern common to Americans from the Northwest. Brad could not put his finger on it, but Dennis had a deepish voice reminiscent of Ray Charles, or Quincy Jones, two of his favourite Jazz artistes.

"OK, my friend," answered Brad politely, "if I can help in anyway ... ?" he left the question hanging and the American sensed that an explanation was needed.

"We're standing in the entrance to a Coffee Shop. What say I buy you a coffee and a pastry or something and I will explain my predicament." Dennis looked at the bundle of clothes. "Or are you too busy or something?"

"Well Yes and No! Yes you can buy me a coffee and No I am not too busy to help, ... if I can?" Brad's voice trailed off as he realised that so far he had no idea what the man's problem was.

He turned and opened the door and Dennis followed him in, dripping damply onto the plastic tiled floor. "Two cups of your best Java and we'll pick something to bite when we sort ourselves out, please Dorry." Doris nodded and stepped behind a chromium monster which immediately started to billow steam as it hissed ominously. "Either of you want milk, oh no, you don't do you Mr. P. Still on that diet are we? What do you want to eat?" Doris boomed as they hung their coats and moved to a window table.

Dennis had not sat yet and he wandered over to the counter to look at the fresh pastries on show, behind glass. "I'll have my usual Eccles Cake. And whatever my friend wants too," said Brad as he looked out through the window at the rain beating down on the pavement. Doris came out from behind the coffee machine, wiping her hands on her apron. "One of your 'friends' is he Mr. P?" asked Doris innocently, smiling at Dennis. "It's not like that Doris, and Yes Doris, thank you for asking, Val is OK and will probably be finding a flat to live in, if he still can't come home," answered Brad stonily.

"I'm not saying one way or the other, Mr. P. It's up to him. All he has to do is apologise, that's all," replied Doris, still trying to smile politely at Dennis who had now made a decision as to what he was going to eat. Dennis looked at Doris and pointed at a chocolate covered éclair. "OK, luvvy, you just go and sit down and I'll bring everything to the table," said Doris and was gone again.

Dennis sat opposite Brad, but before he could say a word, Doris appeared at their side with a tray. "White coffee and éclair for you, and your usual black coffee and Eccles cake for you," she said dealing the plates and cups like an expert cardsharp. "Definitely not your type," she murmured in Brad's ear, "he only puts things long and dark in 'is mouth," and she rushed away with her empty tray tittering to herself.

Brad had used Doris' coffee shop since he moved into the area several years ago, and had never realised she had a son, especially not a 'gay son, and extra-especially a gay son named Valentine, the son he now had staying with him because Doris had thrown him out of the house for some reason that Val would not tell him. Doris was totally aware that Brad was gay, as was her son, and that her son was 'staying' with him. She had often chatted with Brad and knew her son Valentine was safe, probably safer than he had been for years. She liked Brad.

"Am I missing something?" asked Dennis, leaning across the table to talk confidentially to Brad.

"It's nothing. We're old friends and her son is staying temporally with me whilst he sorts something out. Now, what is your problem?" said Brad.

The entrance door behind Dennis burst open and banged against the back of his chair as two scruffy youths fell into the Café out of the weather, laughing at some unknown joke. "Sorry Mate," said one of them and closed the door.

"Hi, Brad," said the other, recognising Brad suddenly. "How's Val today? Bet you 'e don't walk proper after what you pack 'as been up 'im?" and he laughed loudly at his mate, who whispered something in his ear and then looked up and smiled at Doris sweetly. "Sorry Brad," said the lad, quietly this time, "didn't fink where I was, did I?"

"Val's working today at the Gym," said Doris to the lads, but looking at Brad, who nodded in agreement, "so you two can now just Fuck Off!" and she disappeared abruptly behind the coffee machine.

"We came in to say we are sorry," said the taller of the two, "didn't we Jules?" and he nudged the younger boy in the ribs. "Yeah, we're sorry, and we won't puke in Val's bedroom again. Honest!" mumbled Jules looking at his feet as he shuffled them.

Brad started to grin as he realised why Doris had kicked her son out of the house, but the grin vanished at the stern glance from Doris. She came out from behind the counter, hiding something behind her back, and approached the lads. Her face looked worse than the weather outside.

"Apology accepted," she said. "Now Fuck Off ... after you've had these," and in her hands were a couple of chilled cans of Coke. She gave them a thin smile, enough to let them know they were forgiven.

"Thanks Doris, you're a brick!" said the taller one, named Eric.

"No, She ain't," said Jules.

"I said BRICK, cloth ears!" said Eric. "What am I going to do wiv you?" Doris gave them a little shrug, but was smiling more broadly as she walked back behind her counter.

"Yer, fanks for the Coke," said Jules finally, and was led by Eric over to a table where they sat down, looking at Brad and Dennis.

"My problem is," said Dennis quietly to Brad, "that I am looking for something I know is in this area, but I have not been able to find it."

"And what is that," asked Brad, feeling as though he was pulling teeth.

Dennis leaned in closer. "You are a 'man-of-the-world'. What I am looking for is a Sauna."

"I fink 'e means the Denmark rand the corner," said Jules loudly to his mate, "only they're re-doing the sign, 'cos the name 'as changed, so the one that's there ain't there, ain't it?" And he followed this pronouncement with a long belch of Coke gas.

"Amazing to think that the many boys and girls like him will be old enough to vote in the next Government in a year," observed Brad to Dennis. Dennis shook his head in sympathy.

"So you are looking for the Sauna that is just round the corner, but could not find it as, as our young super-sleuth has informed us, the sign is missing. Is that right?"

"Well actually I was looking for a massage, and I was told I should go to the Sauna," Dennis said trying to be confidential, but very aware that the young audience at the next table could hear every word he said.

"Ee wants a knuckle job, that's what," said Jules.

"Or a blow job," added Eric slowly.

"Or a internal froat massage," added Jules.

"Or a stiff one up the bum," added Eric nodding sagely to Jules.

"Or he wants to give one," said Jules looking at Eric.

"Yeah! That's the Denmark, then," concluded Eric with a finishing nod.

"When you two have finished," said Brad, glaring at the boys, "have you thought that our American friend here may quite possibly be straight, and just need a massage to relax to, or he has a bad back and the flight has upset it. There's more than one reason to have a massage you know." Brad turned back to Dennis and immediately saw in his horrified face that the boys may have been telling the truth.

"Bad back? Is it? Just for the boys?" prompted Brad, nodding slowly.

"Yeah! It's a bad back ... from the flight over ... just like he said boys." Dennis put his hand to his back and rubbed it a couple of times to show. "Bad back," he repeated.

"Maybe it's your lucky day," suggested Brad. "I have studied massage and have the necessary certificates to practice, although I hardly ever do now. Just my friends." He smiled across at Dennis. "I just have to put my Dry Cleaning in the shop a couple of doors down, and then we can both go back to my place, and I will give you the 'massage you were wanting' I think." The last few words were said knowingly by Brad, and Dennis caught on quickly.

"You mean You ... with Me ... a massage ... at your home?" said Dennis smiling. "I would be honoured."

"You'll be more than that," said Jules with a smirk, but Dennis did not hear it.

"You stay here and I'll be back in a tick," said Brad and, gathering his bundle of clothes, he exited the Café. When he returned, empty handed, he was surprised to see Dennis chatting amiably to the lads. "What have they been telling you?" Brad asked suspiciously.

"Nuffink, honest Guv!" declared Jules with a grin, "Tell him Den. We're innocent!"

"Tell that to your parole officer, Jules," said Brad lightly but with a bit of menace.

"They were just telling me how generous you are, what with letting that Lady's son stay with you whilst there is trouble in the family." Dennis turned to look at Jules who beamed back at him as if butter would not melt in his mouth.

"Did they tell you that they were the problem?" asked Brad. He turned to Eric who had his arm over Dennis's shoulder. "And does he still have his wallet Eric?"

Eric stood up and presented the wallet from nowhere, giving it back to Dennis as he said, "I saw it on the floor and was just about to give it back."

Dennis took his wallet back and quickly checked the contents. "I should have known," he said to Brad. "Their change of heart was too good." He glared at Eric, then spoke to Brad. "Because of my bad back they were offering to help me go down the road to your House."

"And so they shall, if that's what you want, but, " and here Brad faced the two boys, "none of your larks. He's a guest and don't you forget it!"

They all stood up and Brad called over to Doris, "I'll make sure that Val comes and sees you when he comes back from work."

"That 's good of you, Mr. P, and you can tell 'im that it's his favourite dinner that I've cooked 'im as well." And Doris disappeared again behind the steaming coffee machine. "Tell 'im I got 'is room ready too, that is if you don't mind him coming back home."

"It will be a relief Doris. I was not able to sleep properly at night myself, because of him, worrying about what he had got up to," said Brad as they all filed out into the rain.

"More likely he could not sleep because Val wanted him to sink 'is shaft in deep and often," said Jules quietly to his Mate. "I reckon Brad was a horse in a previous existence, 'cos he's hung like one now." Brad cuffed the boy's head playfully and they made their way as a group as fast as they could in the wet back to Brad's house.

Part Two. This is where you will find all the sticky bits.

Under the light from the stylish spotlights in the kitchen, Brad, Dennis and the two boys shucked off their wet outer clothes and laid them on the table in a pile.

"I need a drink," said Brad and, turning to Dennis he asked, "hot or cold, my Friend?"

"Something that is long and warming," answered Dennis.

Jules looked about himself round the room then nodded to Eric saying, "Yep! This is the place for that," and with his finger and thumb of one hand making a circle proceeded to push the finger of his other hand back and forth through the hole.

"Val's Mum had it right, you know. Either shut up or fuck off," said Brad totally uncharacteristically. Jules took the hint and sat on one of the breakfast bar seats. Eric sat on the other.

"One brandy coming up," said Brad and left, returning from the Lounge with two brandy balloons, each half-filled with an amber, clear liquid. "Cheers," said Brad clinking his glass against Dennis. "Yes, Cheers," responded Dennis.

Brad saw the boys copying them, but with empty hands, knocking knuckles. "Go on then," he said to them, "there's beer in the fridge, but no repeat of what upset Val's Mum, you hear." This last was guesswork, but it struck home. "No Brad. We were all very on the piss all day, frew up that night, and felt ill all next day as well," said Eric. "Never again," said Jules, solemnly, as he pulled the ring pull open on a large can of Newcastle Brown Ale.

"Are you OK for time?" Brad asked Dennis, "I should have asked earlier."

"Sure! My time is my own at the moment," answered Dennis with a smile.

"Shall we go upstairs then? You can finish your Brandy at your leisure." Brad was feeling slightly excited at the prospect of massaging this American stranger, and who knows what it may lead to? His cock gave a twitch as a subtle answer, and the growing lump in his trouser leg was not missed by Eric, who gave Brad a large wink. "Give us a shout if you need a hand," he offered as the two men left the room, "or anything."

Jules scratched his crutched as he sat on the chair sipping the beer. "Do you fancy a suck?" he asked Eric. "Cos I need one, just thinking about them up there, ... massaging." Eric knelt on the floor and unzipped Jules trousers. Jules' stiff cock sprung out, as the boy was not wearing pants. "No knickers?" asked Eric. "Nah! Left them in the Shopping Centre bog. They was all cummy anyways, after I had wiped us all down." "All?" said Eric. "Don't ask," said Jules as Eric's mouth closed over the end of his knob as a hand wanked his shaft.

"I'll do you back after, promise" said Jules, stretching his legs straight, so the maximum length of his cock stuck out for Eric's mouth. "Mm-mm!" agreed Eric nodding as best he could with his mouth full of juvenile cock.

Unknown to them, Dennis had descended the stairs and stood in the kitchen doorway, on his way to retrieve his glasses from the case in his coat pocket. Catching sight of the lads' oral sex his cock rose to the occasion, which was unfortunate as all he was wearing was one of Brad's towelling robes. His circumcised purple helmet was pushed clear through the gap in the robe by his hardening shaft. Jules had his eyes closed and was holding Eric's bobbing head. Dennis crossed to the table and took his glasses out of the pocket. "Don't mind me, lads," he said.

Jules' eyes opened wide and caught the sight of Dennis' 7½ hard stick of cut meat and it was nicely thick all the way along too, pushing out before him above two fairly large balls hanging low under it. It was all to much for the boy, and Dennis watched as the boy's stomach muscles tightened. Jules pushed all of his cock up into his mate's sucking mouth as he climaxed, pumping his hot spunky lumps into the waiting mouth, thrusting several times, before visibly wilting back into the chair. Letting go of Eric's head, Eric was able to turn round and see now, as well as hear. Catching sight of Dennis' cock poking hard out of the robe, he looked up at Dennis face and smiled sweetly, before asking, "The Cock Doctor is in! Next?"

"I think I had better be going lads," Dennis said closing his robe. "Brad's just changing so he can massage me." As Dennis left and went up the stairs he could hear Eric and Jules. "Fuck, the amount you pumped into my mouth is worth you sucking me twice." "I only promised you one." "But you didn't give any warning before you came." "I didn't expect it either." "But I swallowed it all." "Don't you always?" "That's beside the point, you owe me two sucks now, or a bum fuck of my choice." "Maybe."

At the top of the stair Den turned left into the spare room where the massage table was set up. The blinds were pulled down at the windows, and the room was totally private. A large overhead infra red lamp glowed blackly and gently shed heat downwards to the white plastic upholstered table.

On one wall was a pine wooden kitchen dresser, the open shelves full of bottles of various essential and scented oils, the base's top covered with containers and oil heaters, all the paraphernalia you would expect in a massage parlour. Dennis slid open one of the drawers, and found it held various butt plugs of different shapes and sizes. Another drawer revealed a rainbow of different coloured and thickness's of vibrators, a third drawer contained soft, pliable and solid cock shaped dildos, some too big and long for him to imagine himself taking them, not without pain. He heard Brad call down to the boys from his bedroom to watch the TV and Dennis took off the robe and lay on his front on the table, the warming heat of the lamp penetrating his skin. He turned his head so he could see the door, and waited, feeling his hard cock pulse under him, knowing the wipe-able white plastic cover was getting wet and slippery with his oozing seminal fluids.

Then he saw that Brad's 6 foot frame was filling the doorway. He was naked except for a black jockstrap. His stomach muscles were not exceptional, but he had no paunch. His body was lightly tanned, all over with no white patches, naturally, not a lotion tan. His arms and legs were in proportion with the rest of his frame.

"You will need to have a shower first I think, please," Brad asked, "and an enema if you will let me." He came into the room and held his hand out to help Den off the couch. As Den climbed down, Brad had a good look at Den's cock and balls, and he liked what he saw. Conversely, Den was looking at Brad's jock pouch and what it was hiding. He put his hand out and felt the pouch, to find it was made of the finest kid leather, soft and as pliable as silk. And he found it had a zip going from the waist band to where the straps joined at the bottom. Den's hand closed on Brad's balls and felt how very heavy they were, and his cock, and how big it was, even though it was not overly hard. He was intrigued by what he could not see.

In the bathroom Brad had Den stand in the shower cubicle and handed him the shower tube that finished with a chromed tube about 9 inches long punctured with several rings of small holes. "Turn the water on and set the heat, then insert the nozzle fully, and let it wash out your anal passage. You'll find the water runs away clear very quickly," advised Brad.

Den followed the instructions and set the water heat before inserting the spraying nozzle. A warm glowing feeling entered his body, and his cock twitched and jump as the water flowed back over his prostate. Brad watched and smiled. "What about you?" asked Den, to be told the Brad had already prepared himself.

Brad helped Den dry, seemingly enjoying patting his bum cheeks a few too many times with the fluffy towel. Then they returned to the spare room. With paper towels, Brad wiped the couch clean again, sniffing the wet wipes before dropping them into the bin. Den lay down, but this time laid his head in the padded hole at the end, looking at the floor. He could hear Brad moving about and then heard Brad say "OK," before feeling the warm oils on his upper legs.

With a very professional touch Brad moved over the legs and feet, then moved up his body to massage the shoulders. Den could see Brad's feet as he stood facing the top of the couch, feeling his hands smoothing the warmed oils over his shoulder blades and upper arms. Den lifted his head and watched as the black leather pouch wobbled and jumped in front of him as Brad worked on his back.

Putting caution to the winds, Den reached forward and pulled the zipper tab down to the bottom of it's travel. Brad's eight inches of semi-soft cock fell out of the pouch front, partially propelled by the fact that there was a lot of flesh contained in the pouch, and partially because that flesh was enlarging as Brad's blood pumped into his erectile tubes. Finally Den was staring at close quarters at Brad's stiff 8 inch shaft topped with a 2 inch helmet, the foreskin clear of the rim of the big purple flesh, the slit that bisected it's tip oozing drip after drip of clear pre-cum. Tucked under him, Den's cock was in exact sympathy, oozing fluids each time his cock jumped when he clenched his bum cheeks, twitching his ring muscles.

Den did not have to do too much. Without using his hands, Brad guided his cock to Den's mouth and began a slow gentle thrusting between Den's rows of teeth as he massage the shoulder blades. Den allowed his mouth to be used as a fuck vessel, lathering the underneath of the helmet with his salivary tongue, and enjoying the taste of Brad's slick fluids as they came.

After a few minutes Brad withdrew his cock and walked over to the dresser. When he returned it was with more oils, and no jockstrap, Brad's cock however, had not changed from being rock hard. Sliding his cock back into Den's mouth, Brad leaned over, reaching down Den's spine with his massage, his hips moving enough to move the cock in Den's mouth.

With that area of the massage completed, Brad withdrew his cock again and walked to stand beside Den's left hip. Den's left hand was laying palm up and this was filled with Brad's balls as Brad started to massage Den's buttocks. Den rolled the balls in their sack as someone would play with Chinese worry spheres, whilst Brad kneaded Den's buttocks before leaning over and licking Den, starting at the base of his spine and following the cleft to Den's crinkly hole, where Brad's tongue stayed licking a few moments before descending between Den's legs to the back of his ball sack. Then Den heard Brad ask him to turn over onto his back.

As Den sat up, Brad plugged the face hole in the end of the couch, and placed a towel under his head, when he lay back. At the other end of the couch Brad arranged Den's feet so his legs were as far apart as possible whilst still being supported. Den took his hard cock in his right hand and gave it a few wanks just to make himself feel comfortable. Then he decided to ask Brad if he could get in on the action, instead of being passive.

"Do you like being rimmed," the American asked.

"I love taking most thing, except fisting," Brad answered, holding his erection in his hand and looking at Den along the couch. "I like giving too." Den smiled and said, "I want to lick you, taste you, smell you." And with that he lifted his legs and swung them over the side of the couch.

Brad came round to the side of the bed and leaned on its' padded side, arms straight, legs well apart, his balls hanging in their sac loosely down between them. Den came round behind him and went down on his knees, his field of view now concentrated on Brad's brown hole and balls. Taking hold at the top of the sack he brought them toward his mouth as he leaned forward to meet them.

He had noticed that Brad shaved his pubic area free of hair, and he now found that extended to his balls and crack, the whole area between his legs smooth shaven skin. His tongue first licked the balls in their sack before he slipped the both into his mouth, letting go of the sack so he could have them both behind his teeth as he moved them with his tongue against his top palate.

Reaching even further forward he managed to take hold of Brad's hard shaft, feeling the skin of the scrotum move against his top lip as he pulled up and down the erection, his fingers and thumb not managing to touch, even if he held the cock shaft firmly. Den felt a shiver of excitement at the knowledge that hopefully before the evening was out, he will have had what he held in his fist, inside him, and that with all probability the contents of the balls in his mouth will have emptied themselves into one end or both of him. He could not help but see the crinkly hole in front of his nose twitch and wink every time his fingers ran up and over Brad's flared helmet.

Releasing Brad's balls he switched his attention to Brad's hole, giving it a few broad tongued licks to begin, before pointing his tongue and pushing it against the ring of muscle. Years ago Brad had learned to relax this ring, mainly so that others could gain access with whatever they had chosen to shove in there, and so Den found it relatively easy to insert his pointed tongue past the ring and feel the soft, hot skin inside. With his nose pushed firmly against the base of Brad's spine, Den played free and easy with his tongue and Brad's bum. For the whole time Den slowly wanked Brad's cock, whilst his tongue licked round, across and inside the hole, with Brad occasionally trying to catch it with his twitching muscle ring. Then he pulled away and sat on his heels, licking around his mouth at the salivary slime that coated his lips.

"I think it's time to get back to your massage, Den," Brad said, giving Den a handful of paper towels to wipe his face with. Den climbed back on top the couch and relaxed back under the warming lamp above, his stiff cock proudly pointing towards the ceiling. Again Brad started with the legs and feet, and then he moved to smoothing over Den's chest, pinching Den's nipples lightly to make them stand up. Then he was swirling round the abdomen, before going back to the dresser for more oils.

Den sat up and watched as Brad returned with a cupped hand of oil and a small butt plug on a tube, his massive stiff cock waving from side to side as he walked. Den lay back and felt the oils pour over his cock and balls, dripping warmly into the crack of his ass. Brad moved Den's feet so his knees were bent and then Brad introduced the thin plug into Den's ass. It was then that Den realised what was happening, as Brad attached a pump ball onto the end of the pipe attached to the plug inside Den's bum hole. A few pumps and the plug had swollen enough to start to stretch Den's sphincter. A few more pumps and Den felt the size of the plug stretching his hole muscles to the limit. A couple more pump and it stretched things further. Then there were two more pumps, and two more pumps. Finally Brad closed the valve and the plug stopped expanding, but maintaining its' width.

Whilst Brad waited for Den's anal muscles to stretch, he took Den's cock in his mouth and coaxed it back to hardness, the time and concentration spent on the butt plug letting the erection subside a bit.

Brad always enjoyed fluffing a decent cock back to life, and this was no exception. Licking round the underside of the helmet rim where the remenents of the foreskin became shaft, Brad knew that the area was sensitive, his own cock was the same. Brad enjoyed all aspects of sex with another man, understanding the gay/lesbian relationship of woman and another woman, as only with same sex can you know what the other partner is feeling for sure, and put into practice your own knowledge in order to pleasure your partner. He felt round the distended anus where the butt plug was stretching the sphincter as he used his tongue on the underside of the helmet, then sliding his tongue along the slit at the top where the ureatha opened.

Brad's fingers and eyes told him that Den's bum opening was ready for the next stage. Releasing the air valve, the butt plug deflated and slipped out, leaving the hole slightly gaping. He asked Den to lie on his side and this revealed the opened hole better. Better for Brad to bend and lick it, salving it with saliva as his tongue stroked across the opening, or probed into its' interior. This was one of the reasons Brad had asked Den to have an enema. With one hand on the couch for support and one hand on his cock for pleasure, Brad began to massage Den's anus with his tongue. What he did not hear or see was the door to the room opening, nor the two boys watching what was happening as they peered round the side of the open door, standing on the darkened landing together, naked, erect, their busy hands masturbating excitedly.

Brad's first awareness of the boys was when his own anus was licked, moments before his hips were held and a tongue probed into his brown recess. He looked and saw Eric moving round to Den's head, his cock in his wanking hand, pointing the way. He now knew that the tongue snaking around and in his bum hole belonged to Jules. It was not the first time Jules had sucked his hole, and the boy knew just what to do. Same sex knowledge Brad thought. Brad had pleasant memories of teaching the same moves to Jules, among many, many others.

Brad returned to Den's cherry red anus and continued his ministrations, feeling Den's body move rhythmically as Eric's cock had now found Den's sucking mouth. Eric had a long cock for a boy his age, and it had a small helmet, normally hidden by his slack foreskin. His cock shaft widened towards the base, to become a satisfying circumference when fucked by it, Brad had found.

Both Eric and Jules shaved their pubic area clean of hair, like Brad, because they had seen it looked different and felt nice and smooth. Jules said it was because he was a small boy naturally and he thought he looked younger when he pushed it through a glory hole in the Market Place toilets. He said it always got the other guy 'fucking rampant' at the hint of shagging a young looking kid, and their cocks were harder and dribbled more. And he got a better suck in return. Only the very good suckers got to lick his bum through the hole, with Jules standing on tip-toes, so the his anus was high enough to reach the hole as he pressed his firm globe buttock to the wooden partition. Very few had been allowed to actually fuck it, mainly because, allowing for the loss shaft length due to the partition, they were not normally long enough to satisfy his lust. Because they slept together, (no partition), Eric's longish cock with its' small head won the money every time, which was nearly every night.

Brad widened the placement of his feet so that his bum was not so high off the ground, and Jules took the hint and slipped his small but bar-stiff cock into the waiting, and now slippery, hole. He loved to bum fuck, both giving and taking, and always remembered the first time he managed to sit down on Brad's cock, finally managing to get the head inside his ring, all by himself as Brad never forced his cock on anyone, knowing it's size. He closed his eyes and his head looked sightlessly to the ceiling as he held Brad's hips and sawed his cock in and out of Brad's love tunnel, thinking that Val had been doing this yesterday, the older-than-his, bigger and beautiful cock travelling the same path as he was, until it too 'coughed its' porridge' deep inside Brad. Jules had no grasp of things poetic.

No sound was heard by the three for several minutes, except the grunts, slurps, sucking, deep breathing, 'Oh Yes', 'Just there', 'I can't reach ...', sounds of mutual pleasures. Den was satisfying his mouth on Eric's cock, whilst he had managed to insert a finger up into Eric's arse and was stroking his prostate, causing Eric immense joy and satisfaction, and quantities of pre-cum to flow, both from Eric and him. Brad was happy licking Den's bum, whilst having his hole fucked easily by Jules. And Jules was just happy doing 'sex' with someone, whatever it was.

Eventually Brad stood up and away from the couch, and the others broke apart too. Brad patted Jules' head and winked approval and thanks at him. Eric thanked Den with his usual gusto, "Fuck, mate! That was something else. Never felt it like that before!" And Den lay on the couch propped up on his elbows, his cock stiffly saluting everyone present from between his legs.

"I thought I told you two to watch TV," said Brad.

"We did, but when the porn film finished we wanted to see what you two were doing," said Jules, as tactful as ever.

Brad could not fault the boy's logic and so observed, "There's a cock there that needs fucking. Any volunteers?" nodding to Den's hard-on.

Eric declined saying his bum needed a rest for a minute. "So long as we don't hear it snoring," commented Jules with a laugh. Then it was Jules' turn to decline saying he thought it would be too big for him at the moment, as he had not prepared his bum yet, at all. He wandered off over to the dresser and began rummaging in the dildo drawer looking for a suitable 'preparation' to use, his erect cock pushed up hard against the open drawer front, leaving wet smears as he moved.

Brad smiled at Den and said, "Well it looks like it falls to me, big man." "And I can help as well, if I can," added Eric, not really wanting to miss out on anything.

Brad climbed up onto the couch and and knelt down on all-fours, facing away from Den. Den knelt behind him holding his cock in one hand and aiming it at Brad's wet hole. Eric lay on his back between the knees of Brad, his legs between Brad's supporting arms, looking up and watching as Den's 7½ inches slid in to Brad's bum, watching the two pairs of balls getting closer together, Den's red thatch of pubic hair in contrast to Brad's stark, clean shaven skin.

As they started to fuck Eric was able to hold and fondle each pair of balls, feeling their weight and imagining what it looked like to see Den's cock moving back and forth in Brad's anal canal, the helmet fitting tight inside the flesh tube as it pistonned way, finally spewing the contents of the balls he was holding deep inside Brad. Then he felt more movement on the table and saw Jules' thin legs on one side of him.

Having found a dildo he felt was of the right length and thickness, and having tried it for size, Jules climbed up onto the massage table and then lay along Brad's back with his bent knees draping over Brad's hips like frog's legs. Carefully holding his buttocks apart, his selected dildo still grasped tightly in his left hand, Jules offered his young boy hole for Den to suck and lick. Den found he could not bend his body to get to it and fuck the hole just under it, and Jules realise the problem.

So Den took hold of the dildo and Jules managed to kneel on Brad's back precariously, lifting his anus up to a better height, keeping his balance by holding either side of Brad's rib cage. Den helped as well to steady Jules, holding either side of his hips and using his thumbs to prise apart Jules' globe buttocks,and he was able now able to dip his head enough to satisfy himself licking the boy's hole out, whilst Jules enjoyed the tonguing by the older man, riding on top of this pyramid of bodies.

In the meantime Erik was occupying his talents sucking Brad's cock, holding the balls with one hand and the thick shaft with the other, bending it almost backwards so that it pointed more to his mouth and bobbing his head back and forth, his lips managing to slip over and back across the rim of the enormous head, his top lip riding over the twin bulbous lumps split by Brad's piss slit, his tongue curling round over the rim to the helmet alternating to the left, centre and right. And Eric was also able to watch as Den's 5¾ inch shaft stretched Brad's hole so the flesh around it was dragged in by it, only to be dragged out as Den long-stroked his cock in and out of Brad.

Then it seemed that Den tired of rimming Jules for he had now stuffed the lad's hole with the dildo and was fucking him with it as he fucked the man underneath him. Jules vocalised his exuberance in his own particular way, with shouts of "Yeah! Stick it in" "Fuck me stupid with it" "I'm sure its' longer than that" and "Go on! We can dig it out later" until Den smacked his cheek to get his attention and told him to get down, telling him that, "I really want to give this ass my all!"

Jules climbed off Brad and managed to slide round under Den between his knees, so the the two boys lay with their heads next to each other, their feet at either end of the table. They watched as Den increased the speed of his stroke, his swinging ball sack knocking into Brad's as their bodies met with a moist slap, slap, slap sound. Then both the boys witnessed Den falter in his stroke and thrust deep into Brad several times, hearing his deep guttural grunt with each thrust. The boys could see that Den's cock had now acquired a ring of spunk at its' base, as had Brad's ring, and Den's cock was streaked with cum, each time he withdrew it before plunging it back in.

The Den withdrew it completely and the boys were able to see that there was a bead of white cum in the piss slit. Den bent down and they saw him suck at Brad's cummy hole, taking back what he had just given, his lapping tongue white with spunk, as Brad carefully squeezed it back out of his bum. Jules, never one to miss an opportunity, sat up on his elbows and took Den's spunky cock in his mouth, licking it clean for him, feeling with his fingertips the slick stickiness of Den's balls as he pulled at them, where the excess cum had oozed down onto them.

Meanwhile Eric had taken the opportunity to wank Brad's cock at speed, his smallish hand sliding up and down the shaft almost in a blur until he was rewarded with a faceful of fresh cum, squirting again and again as Brad got his release as well, the lad turning his head this way and that, watching from slightly different viewpoints the end of Brad's dick as Brad's spunk was ejected, squirting over his forehead, hair, nose, mouth and into one eye socket. Then he used a finger to scrape as much as he could into his mouth, before swallowing the load slowly, bit by bit.

The men told the boys they would have to move so they could climb down off the table. The boys moved enough so that the men could sit and then swing their legs to touch the floor, shakily. Standing and straightening their legs they saw the boys were now kneeling on the table facing them, wanking their little pricks frantically. Den put his head so it was between them and the lads turned to face him, just in time for them to 'cough their porridge' as Jules put it, their slightly thinner and sweeter spunk shooting from either side to land on Den's face or fly and get caught on the thinning hairs of his chest.

Den turned to Brad with his face splotched with the boy's joyous offerings and simply smiled tiredly, saying, "I wish I had a photograph of this, as the lads back home just won't believe this."

This story is dedicated to my friend American Den who lives in the North-West, and who contacted me asking if I could write about him 'bumping into me' in Brighton, East Sussex, UK., my home town.

Thanks Den.

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