My passion in life, that is after my big cock and balls, was interior design and architecture.
I had worked hard when I went to university immediately following school, and the results showed when I graduated from the best establishment with the highest distinctions, and Honours in most of my subjects. In fact, I had been the outstanding student that year. On the morning following the announcement of my results, I was called to have an interview with one of the most accepted houses of architecture in London, and after a series of interviews, I was accepted into their fold.
I was delighted as the remuneration was far more than I had expected, so I knew then that all the hard work and denial had been worthwhile.
You see, whilst I was doing my degree I had not had a great deal of social activities, so now I intended to in some way make up for lost opportunities.
The new firm offered me the opportunity to join an exclusive sports club and I was soon enjoying a regular game of squash, plus tennis and indoor cricket. Also I had been asked to join the bridge club, which was indeed an honour, and I found that I enjoyed this mind game.
As far as the sports were concerned I knew that I had been gaining admiring glances at my very large cock and balls, but no one yet had made any approaches to me.
When I had gone to West College School from the time I was thirteen I knew then that I had an exceptionally large cock, and also that I enjoyed the sexual feelings for other boys more so than for girls. It didn't concern me at the time as I had numerous sexual adventures with my school chums, with several periods of love for another boy, but they didn't continue, mostly because, as I grew older I realized that all boys seem to go though a homosexual period in their early puberty period. It didn't worry me as I was happy with my situation.
Now at 23 I was seeking some affection, and after not achieving any advances at the Club, I started to trawl the known gay spots in London. Yes, I had the occasional one night stand where the very feminine pick-up squealed with delight as I fucked their very loose arses, or had then suck me so that they either choked or gagged badly trying to engulf the monster head of my cock.
After the purchase of a new MG sports car, I decided to take a few weekend runs to seaside places, and started with Brighton. Here I soon found the best hotels to stay where gay activities where accepted. In fact, one particular hotel, run by two outrageously gay guys, was a swinging place. I fucked my way through almost a bus load of older guys one weekend, so much so that my cock was sore for a few days.
What I wanted most though, was to find a partner who could share my life and new riverside apartment, just out side the city, along the Thames.
It was after I had been with the firm for just on six months that I was called into the senior partners' office. He asked me if I spoke any foreign languages as I was pleased to advise that I was reasonably fluent in French, had a smattering understanding of German, and that I had been studying the Scandinavian languages in my spare time. That pleased him as he had an assignment in Denmark for me.
I had to assess the remodeling of a series of small buildings that belonged to the royal family. I would be away for ten days and they suggested that I drive over, and that accommodation was arranged.
I left the next day which was Wednesday, taking the night ferry from Harwich. The drive on into Denmark was very pleasant and I was able to have the roof down and enjoy the late autumn freshness.
The address given took me to a small twenty roomed palace, built in the 18th century, which was in fine shape really, but did need some modernization in the living areas, particularly the bathrooms and kitchens. In fact the plumbing was chaotic, and gave the building a smell that was not pleasant. The head maintenance man greeted me and introduced me to the head of household and I got this strange feeling that he was sexually scrutinizing me. He was very handsome and I felt about 45, with a trim body and pleasant face.
I spent the next day taking photographs, making drawings and generally assessing what work should be done. I had been assigned a small suite of rooms in one wing that would have been guest suites previously, but obviously had not been used for some time as there was this musty smell.
Denmark, as we all know, has a wonderful number of nude beaches and areas, so my plan was to drive up to investigate these on the Saturday morning. I woke early and had a quick shower and shave and was walking out of the en-suite bathroom naked when I was stopped in my tracks by the sight of a pyjama clad boy, about 13 or 14 standing in my room.
"Hello," he said in a fine English accented educated voice.
"Hello," I replied, not making any attempt to cover my cock which was not hard but was fuller than its normal flaccid state. I had, in anticipation of my beach adventure, lightly trimmed my pubes in the shower. I didn't have any body hair, with the exception of a small bush above my cock and hairless balls and a few wisps under my arms. My chest development was good without being bodybuilder style, and I had small dark pink nipples.
I stood there looking at the boy, who was really drinking in the size of my cock.
There was this period of silence and then the boy spoke.
"I do say you have a very large penis, don't you. I've never seen one that big before."
It was obvious that he was very enthralled as I noticed the front of his pyjama pants had spread and the head of his rapidly erecting cock was bursting through.
What should I do now, I thought to myself. The boy's aroused by my nakedness and my cock, but who is he and what should I do.
The boy answered my questioning mind, when he walked over, his five inch cock now totally exposed and touched my cock.
He didn't ask permission just grabbed. As he stroked my circumcised cock it rapidly engorged blood and was soon its massive nine thick inches, pointing to the painted ceiling fresco. The boy continued to masturbate me, rubbing his small fingers over the entire cock and spreading the great strings of pre-cum over the knob.
My hand now moved down and encompassed his very rigid cock, and I moved the foreskin back and forth over the small head. Suddenly he started to shake and shudder and then his cock exploded with a series of clear globs of juice. The boy grabbed my cock for support but I also sensed what was happening and with my free hand wrapped around his body. Without even thinking I squeezed the remaining boy juice from the cock and brought my hand to my lips and licked off the delightful juice. I had done that often when at school, particularly when I was a senior and I had jerked off a large number of junior boys, many providing me with their first ever boy milk.
I part carried, part dragged the boy over to the large double bed and allowed him to fall on it. As he did I pulled the draw string on his pj's trousers and they fell open revealing his hairless balls and the small patch of about twenty pubes above his still hard cock.
He lay there panting until his breathing returned to normal. He never once let go of my cock, so I lay down beside him. Then I lent over and kissed him on the cheek. His head turned and our lips met and we kissed, as young boys do, without any real passion.
Now I unbuttoned his top and ran my fingers over his pre pubescent chest and tummy. He had not as yet started to show the development signs of puberty and his arm pits were totally hairless.
After a lengthy silence, the boy sat up and looked at me.
"You're the English architect, aren't you?" he questioned and continued, "what's your name?"
I nodded and told him my name was Gareth.
"That was my first," he then announced. "Thank you for being the one to be with me for that important occasion in a boy's life."
It was so formal and stunted that I almost laughed but all I did was smile, and look at this gem of a boy. His cock was still hard.
I bent down and kissed him again, rubbing my fingers gently along his cock.
"Thank you for the opportunity. I am pleased to have been the one." I told him.
His mood now changed as he asked me to shower with him, so I helped him remove his pjs and we walked into the small fiberglass shower stall. It was a tight fit, so our bodies rubbed against each other most of the time. I soaped him up and we kissed and let our soap covered hands caress every part of each others bodies. His head only came up to my tits and he sucked them as if it was the most natural thing to do.
When we had finished and dried each other off we again sat on the bed, now both totally naked.
"What did you intend to do today, Gareth?" my boy questioned, so I told him of my plans to drive to the nude beaches, and to swim and enjoy the day. I also added that perhaps I might even stay overnight at some small hotel or such and then enjoy more nude swimming on the Sunday.
"What an absolutely super idea. Can I come with you?"
I looked at him and melted to the suggestion, as I knew how wonderful it would be to have such a beautiful boy as my companion for two days. I questioned the situation of permission for him, but he dismissed that saying his parents were away in Greece, and they would be pleased he had found someone like me.
I didn't know how to interrupt that last part, but accepted it at face value.
I kissed him again and this time pushed my tongue against his lips and soon he opened and then we had a minor tongue duel.
His cock was stiff again.
Then we were surprised by a knock at the door.
A female voice announced that breakfast would be served in 15 minutes. We heard her walk away.
I now looked at my boy and asked the question that I hadn't thought to ask previously as to his name.
"My full name is Christian, but you can call me Freddy. I would like you to do that."
I now sensed who my youthful companion was, but decided not to be overawed by my thoughts. I decided to play the entire matter by ear, and let the scene unfold as, and when, it did.
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