Nothing under the Sun, continued...
By Alex Carbine.
Standard Disclaimer. These works of fiction are for the entertainment of mature adults who gain pleasure from the subject matters covered, and are in no way the actual preferences of the author, honest!!!! Make of that what you want...
Day Five
Derek left a message for me to call him when I came in. I had been out sightseeing locally, and taking things easy as my arsehole felt bloody tender after the previous days of excess. I had bent over and looked at my ring in the full length bathroom mirror, and had seen that it was four shades of red and inflamed. But it had been worth it! As I drove round the narrow country lanes I was aware that I had been fucked good and proper, and it was honestly a good feeling.
"I thought I would let you get your breath back," said Derek over the phone, "and I'm glad you've rung back as I am holding a little soiree. Just you, me, and a couple of others. Candlelight dinner, a nice bottle of two of wine and some videos. I hope you can make it." It was just after 6pm and I had been out all day, but what the hell? I was on holiday, and holiday time is when you shag yourself to death and go back to work for a rest. "OK Derek. Give me time for a fresh-up and I will be round. say about 7.30?... Oh and do I bring a bottle?.... A good one or two from the 'Pats' wine cellar.... OK..Yeah, see you then." I slipped out of my clothes and into the shower in no time flat. A quick wash of the parts that were important to me and then a towel dry and into new clothes. I thought tonight I would wear one of my jockstraps. I always get a kick out of feeling the fabric of my trousers rubbing across my anus as I move. I picked one by Hom, a sports one with a white pouch and black underties. It was a warm night so I pulled on a pair of white satin football shorts, a garish satin short sleeved shirt and sports sneakers. The shorts were almost see-through, and the black trim of the jockstrap showed through the fabric, outlining the pouch at the front and the two ties at the back following the fold of my bum cheeks up to the waist band. A liberal spray of my deodorant, one that works, smells nice, but is not heavily overpowering, and then round to the bar to pick up some wine. Mine host at the 'Pat' had a good selection of South African wines and I selected a Paarl and a Constancia wine, both wonderful wine producing areas. Arriving at Derek's house I was greeted by sounds of light music, conversation and laughter emanating from the garden at the back. I parked up in his drive and walked round the house and into the garden.
His house was not overlooked by his neighbors, fencing and tall leylandii hedging saw to that. The lawn was laid out with an oblong table surmounted by a matching parasol, and surrounded with four chairs, one either end and one each side. The whole of this was inside a light fabric marquee, which had lights hanging from the main ridge pole. This had the effect of giving indirect light to the table as they shone onto the parasol. The marquee also kept the dew off when it began to fall, and kept the chill out on this clear summer night. To one side there was a swimming pool, covered with an opaque inflated plastic hanger. To gain access to the pool one had to go through an air lock arrangement, to maintain the air pressure so the structure remained inflated. Once inside, the air was beautifully warm, as was the water. Solar panels outside heated the water as it circulated to and from the filter. Light came from under the water, reflecting dancing patterns onto the inside of this air tent. There was a paved surround and some lounger chairs. Outside a bar-b-q was sizzling steaks, sausages & chops in a herb laden atmosphere. Tending these was Derek and two lads who must have been about nineteen or so. There was also a table set up as a bar, and a CD player giving a background cover of pop orchestral music. As I rounded the corner, Derek hailed me over and introduced me to his chums. "This," he said, playfully prodding one of the lads in the stomach, "is Ben, and this," prodding the other one, "is Bill." "How original," I said and smiled at both of them. From that moment on I mentally referred to them as the Flowerpot boys. They were wearing shorts and T shirts, baseball hats and sports sneakers. The shorts were so short that I could see the white bulge of their balls in their pants squeezing outside of them down their legs. Derek was totally overdressed in a pair of long white cricket trousers, a white shirt, and a cravat at his neck. White cricket shoes completed the ensemble. I laughed at him and asked if he actually played. The two lads almost spat out their drinks with laughter. "Don't you know?" asked Bill. "Know what?" I asked. "Derek is only the best amateur county cricket player we have!" I looked at Derek and he nodded nonchalantly. "Got to do something, old man, don't you know," he said, laying it on thick. "Get yourself a drink and we will be eating soon. I see that you have raided the wine cellar. Hmmm. Good choices. Ben open this one and let it breathe, and this one is still cold enough to drink now. Come on, hop to it. And Bill, don't burn the steaks like last time, OK?" Derek grabbed two wine glasses and took the open bottle of white from Ben, and we walked over to the table. "Who are the boys?" I asked. "A couple of the colts team," said Derek holding out a filled glass. I took hold of the stem but he did not let go of it. "They have similar interests to ourselves..." he said, letting me take the glass. I looked into his eyes and they smiled back. "I have never had the pleasure... but I have watched on a couple of occasions." he answered to my unspoken question. The wine glowed in my mouth and I had a burst of fruit taste at the back of my throat. This WAS going to be another of THOSE evenings, I told myself.
There were bowls of various salads and cold vegetables to go with the meats, and French bread and cheeses with a selection of fresh fruits for dessert. It was a good meal without being heavy. Derek and I sat either end of the table, with the lads between us. Conversation flowed like the wines and liqueurs. As the meal came to an end, Derek mentioned some videos and the boys became quite excited. "Derek thinks you'll like these," said Bill, as Ben laughed his now familiar infectious laugh. "So what's this all about?" I asked Derek. "Let's go in and watch and you'll see."
I was familiar with the lounge and sank into one of the easy chairs so I could see the TV screen and have a good view of the settee which the lads flopped into. Derek dimmed the lights down to a glimmer, picked up the video remote and started the tape playing on his 28inch TV. Although the main lights were dimmed, the standard light by the settee caste down on the lads. Ben had his knees bent, his feet on the seat, and was leaning against Bill, who was leaning against the end cushion. There were no credits and the tape appeared to be of an amateur origin. "This is our Cricket Club clubhouse," said Derek, "and the tape was shot by those two." "We put the camera ontop of the lockers and left it running." The screen showed the changing room as the colts team came in to change after a match. At the back I could see some showers through a doorway. The foreground was a typical row of doublesided pegs and benches, with shoe cages underneath. The lads came in and stripped off their gear, putting the shirts and trousers into a couple of linen bags for washing. They were all wearing jockstraps, some with cricket box protectors, which they walked around in as they swapped memorable moments of the match, and we had excellent views of the young adults' bottoms and lunchpacks. I looked across to the lads on the sofa to find Bill had reached round Ben's waist and was gently stroking the front of Ben's shorts. I was beginning to go hard myself, and my cock was bent awkwardly in my jock. 'What the fuck' I thought. I took my sneakers and socks off then I stood up, and unbuttoned my shirt. Next I slid my shorts off and sat back down, having rearranged my stiffening cock on my jockstrap pouch. Derek stripped down to the buff as well. I was pleased to see his half hard cock again The boys had watched us whilst we did all this, then they also stood up and stripped off. By the light of the sofa's standard light I could see that nature had smiled on both of them. Bill had a cut cock, and Ben's was untouched, and very hard, jutting up and away from his body at 45 degrees, due to the help Bill had been giving him. Bill had a half hard-on, but even that promised great things. "You like jockstraps?" asked Bill, scratching his ball sack unselfconsciously as he sat back down. "They are my preferred underwear," I answered. "We like 'em too," said Ben, holding his boner and gently wanking it. He did not sit down, but walked over to me and stood infront of me, wanking his cock so the foreskin covered and uncovered the purple helmet of his dick. A twinkle of light reflected off the dew drop of pre-cum that had leaked out of the piss slit. His cock was about seven inched long and two inches thick, and quite smooth and rounded. He had slightly ginger colored pubic hair, and there was not much of it. I put my hand out and he let me wank him. He turned to the screen and watched the video. I also turned to watch. On screen most of the lads had gone into the showers, and the two left were the Flowerpot lads, who were waving their stiff cocks at the camera and grinning. Ben pointed a remote at the camera and it started to zoom in through the doorway of the showers. They had obviously done their homework as the camera placement was just right. The screen became filled with about four or five of the team soaping themselves down and washing it off. The Flowerpots came into view sporting their boners, which caused some vulgar laughter, and their hard-on caused a chain reaction of vigorous soaping of the various cocks in view, which very quickly reared up to full hardness. As fast as the water washed the soap away, the youngsters worked with the bars of soap, all the while maintaining the lather by wanking themselves and each other. One of the lads dropped his soap, and foolishly bent down to pick it up. Ben grabbed hold of his shoulders and held him bent over, whilst Bill went round behind him and, amid cheers and laughter from the others, pantomimed fucking his arse. Eventually Ben let him stand up, and then everyone rinsed down and came back into the changing room to towel down. As the camera was zoomed in through the doorway we had wonderful close-up pictures of the young team cocks as their owners went for their towels. One of the Flowerpots must have reached the remote for the camera zoomed back out and we watched the teamplayers towel dry and get dressed. I had a raging hard-on tenting my jock, and was still lazily wanking Ben who was just standing there. Derek stopped the tape and asked me if I liked the lads' tape. "I think a vote of thanks is called for," I replied and, turning Ben by his waist I drew him to me and guided his erection into my mouth. His hands went round behind onto the cheeks of his bum. His head went back on his shoulders and he let out a long, low sigh, as my throat, tongue and lips got to work on his rigid meat. His cock felt hot to me. I could taste a little saltiness of his pre-cum. I tried to take him as deep as I could. He was thrusting at me as I pulled him in, and was withdrawing when I released the pressure on his hips. I put a hand round his cock at its'base and started to wank him as I sucked him. His thrusts were becoming more urgent and I could feel him start to tremble. I took him out of my mouth and whilst I continued to wank the length of his saliva wet dick I asked if he wanted to come in my mouth. "Not yet," he replied, and Bill came over to have his stiff sucked by me. His cock looked slightly larger and longer, but it my have been because the circumcised cock head was so large. I took him into my mouth and gave him similar treatment to Ben. Ben was now on his hands and knees massaging my cock through the fabric of my jock. I could feel the wet patch I had created by my excited, stiff cock dribbling. Ben's hand encircled my cock and he pumped it as best he could, which was not easy as I was sitting down and bending forward for Bill. Soon Bill was beginning to orgasm and he pulled away. I leaned back in my chair, and gave Ben a clear shot at wanking me. His hand pumped the cloth tent covering my cock, and I felt a finger at my arsehole, massaging the outside. I had closed my eyes, and at the touch of the finger I opened them. Derek was leaning over me and it was his finger at my bumhole. His cock was just above my head (surprise, surprise). I reached up and started to wank it. His finger started to work its way into my arse. I pulled down on his cock and licked the tip. He moved slightly and I was able to get the whole of the head in my mouth. His hips began to buck and he started to fuck my mouth. I loosened my grip on his prick so it could slide back and forth. Ben's mouth clamped over my jock-covered cock and started to move up and down my shaft. I almost came immediately I felt the heat of his soft mouth. I moved my head away from Derek's dick and quickly told them both to stop or else I would cum. Derek withdrew his finger and Ben let go my dick. A large wet stain had appeared on the pouch of my jockstrap, but thankfully it was Ben's saliva, not my spunk. "Time for a swim, I think," said Derek. I stood up and Ben reached up and pulled my jockstrap down to my knees. My erect cock sprang up into his face and he grabbed hold of it with one hand and gave the end a lick. We followed Derek out of the french windows and across the now darkened lawn to the light of the swimming pool, glowing under its inflated canopy.
We all fought to get through the air lock like a bunch of school kids on an outing. Derek managed to get through first and picked up Bill bodily as he emerged onto the poolside, and threw him into the water. A splash as I entered last was due to Ben pushing Derek in. He then grabbed my arm and, jumping in himself, pulled me with him. The water was surprisingly warm, and I later discovered that the water was heated by solar panels elsewhere in the garden. I surfaced for air and then went after Ben, taking hold of his hips as he tried to swim away. We slipped under the water but I held on, drawing him to me so that he was facing away from me. We came to the surface again and found our footings. I put one arm round his breastbone and the other went to his cock, whilst my chin went over his shoulder and my limp cock nestled into the crack of his arse. I could feel him stiffening in my hand as I wanked him, and as my own cock thickened, he wriggled his bum a bit in encouragement. My hand slid up and down his length and his head went back to lay on my shoulder. He stood with his legs apart, their muscles taught with excitement. I took my hand off his chest and felt round behind him, running my fingers up and down the furrow between his cheeks, massaging his dark ring, then I tried to slip my middle finger into his hole. He altered his stance so that his back arched and his bum pushed back more. I felt him tighten and then relax his sphincter muscle and my finger gained entry a little. I moved it gently as I continued to wank his very hard cock. His head turned towards me and suddenly I decided to kiss him on the lips. They parted and his tongue pushed between my teeth. It was an unexpected and tender moment, where all else was unimportant, and we lived the moment of joining obliviously. Then I was aware of Derek calling to me. I looked in his direction to find him sitting on the side of the pool with Bill standing in the water between his legs, his head bobbing up and down, sucking his cock. Ben licked my ear and then said quietly, "I want you to fuck me." I looked him in the eyes and said, "Are you sure?" He turned his body round to face me. "Quite sure," he replied and moved off to the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out onto the poolside in one lithe movement. I followed in his wake, reaching the side of the pool where he stood, hands on hip, and his stiff cock jutting out from his flat, muscular stomach. I looked up at his dick as he looked down at me. He just stood there letting me stare, as he twitched his uncut stiffy, the head of it just peeking out from the surrounding fold of his foreskin. Then he bent over and offered me his hand. With his help I exited the pool and together we walked to the sun loungers near Derek, his hand round my hip pulling me to him. My cock was rock hard, pointing up like a flag pole. Derek stood up and helped Bill out of the pool. Both had hard-ons. There was a cigar box on the table by the chairs. Derek opened it and offered it to me. There were packets of condoms and sachets of lubricant neatly stacked inside. "We might as well start as we mean to go on...and on, and on, and on!" he said, and I took a sachet of each. Ben had gone over to the relaxer and was kneeling on the canvas base, facing the back with his hand on the arm rests. I rolled to condom down my dick and lubed it from the sachet. I put some on my finger and rubbed it over the outside of Ben's ring. I applied some more to my finger and it slipped in easily. I withdrew it, lubed another finger and slipped them both up his arse. He dropped his head and pushed against my hand, as I wanked his bumhole. Then I stood with my feet either side of the relaxer and positioned my rubber sleeved cock at the door to his guts. Hold my rampant stiff with one hand I put the other at the base of his spine and pushed alittle. Immediately the head of my cock popped inside his love tube. I waited a couple of seconds then, with both hands holding his pelvic girdle I slowly eased my boner into him. His head arched back and he let out a long low sigh as I penetrated his bowel, almost as though my cock going in was pumping the air out of him through his mouth. I went as deep as I could, and his sphincter pinched the base of my cock a couple of times. "Can you feel that?" he asked. I squeezed on my cock making it swell a couple of times. "Can you feel that?" I countered. "God Yes! And it's beautiful!" I slowly started to withdraw and then pushed back up. "Oh Yes!" he hissed quietly. Derek came and stood beside me, to watch my cock going in and out, whilst Bill stood beside Ben's head. Ben leaned over and Bill pushed his cock into Ben's open mouth. Together, Bill and I slowly fucked our respective ends of Ben, keeping in time, pushing in together, pulling out together. Derek reached under Ben and took the foreskin back and forth over Ben's purple head. Ben did not have a hardon, but was not totally soft. Slowly Bill and I worked up to a climax, with me saying first, "I think I'm going to cum." Derek said "Not yet, the night is young!" and straightened up. I looked at Bill who shrugged and then nodded in agreement. We withdrew from his mouth and arse and he sagged down onto the flat chair. I knelt down either side of his body and leaned over him. He turned his head to face me, and we kissed again, this time I held his face in my hands and our tongues met time and again. He turned his body under me and I lay ontop of him, continuing to kiss him as our cocks rubbed against each other. I could feel his now hard cock digging into me as his hips thrust in an natural, almost animal accompaniment to our kiss. Some time passed as we embraced.
Meanwhile Derek had lain down on a couple of towels, and Bill had squatted over Derek's cock. Bill was facing towards Derek's feet and Derek was supporting him by putting his hands under the cheeks of Bill's bum. Bill's previously lubed love sleeve was soon accommodating Derek's latexed boner, and Bill had full control of the depth and speed of his penetration as he bounced himself up and down Derek's rigid shaft. As we two lovebirds kissed and cuddled, Bill worked himself on Derek's erection until Derek had to stop him, or shoot his load into the young lad. I glanced over as Bill climbed off Derek's tool and knew exactly how Bill felt, having experienced Derek's cock myself. "Let's have a look at your hole," called Ben, and Bill came over and bent down so that we could see his battered anus. He held the cheeks of his arse apart so that we could get a better view, then farted. "You bastard!" said Ben and I moved off him so that he could go after his friend. They chased round the pool and Ben caught Bill over the other side. A quick wrestle and then they were both in the water, splashing each other and us. "Time for a drink, I think," said Derek looking at his watch, and, with a call to the lads to let them know we were just popping outside to the tent for a drink, we passed through the airlock.
We were both stark naked and I was a bit surprised to see two men sitting at the table as we approached, but Derek was unfazed, and greeted the two with "Have you been here long?" "Just long enough to raid your fridge for a bottle of 'The Widow'," and one held up a half empty champagne glass. It was Jimmy and Fats from the rugby club. "Derek, you are a sly old fox," said Jimmy. "When you said you wanted us to meet a friend of yours, why didn't you say it was Alex?" Derek looked from them to me and back to them. "You mean.you have already met..?" he murmured . "On the beach... you know." I offered, and sat down beside them. "Is there a glass for us," asked Derek getting back into the swing of things again. The glasses were filled and a toast was drunk, "To the good things in life, whoever they are!" The Flowerpot boys joined us, naked and dripping, and Jimmy and Fats just gazed at them for a few seconds before standing up and taking their clothes off, throwing them in a heap on the ground. "Doesn't do to be the odd ones out," said Fats moving his chair to be closer to the lads. Derek made the introductions and that was the start of another marathon night for all of us. Look out for the follow on later this year.