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It is a long time since I posted a story on Nifty. There have been some traumas in my private life which I won't trouble you with, but as a result I cannot return to my former mindset to complete the unfinished story I had been posting. I am sorry.
I am English and that is reflected in the words that I use. I hope you can understand the meaning of any unfamiliar words from the context. This is a work of fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. Please send any thoughts/comments/suggestions to simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk
Simon
I LOVE JESSICA
Jessica pulled me from the dance floor. `Sam, you're just too good for me. Those moves were amazing. You manage to have graceful movements even when we were doing the most energetic dances. And your body looks sooo good in those tight jeans and that t-shirt reveals just enough of your torso to make me drool. Please let me know when you decide to become a straight!'
I smiled to myself. Quietly I was grateful that I had attended dance classes in my teenage years, although I was no Billy Elliot. And, yes, I still take care of my body by swimming and cycling.
While we were walking back to my flat, I thought fondly about my bestest friend. Jess has been my absolute best friend since we met at uni. I love her to bits. She has a great sense of humour. She is definitely a very attractive woman. She has some wonderful insights and she always makes me feel good, even though she seems not to accept that I am gay. 100%. Through and through. But she's fun to be with and I totally trust her judgement.
But seriously,' she went on, you must think about what I said to you earlier. It's important.'
Yes, I thought back to what she had been saying while we were having a drink in my flat before going out and hitting the clubs. She had almost been nagging me about being single. `You're 23 years old, you're good looking and you don't go on dates. Get your act together.' I had tried to explain that it had been very difficult for me to come out at uni, despite the fact that all my friends there had been very supportive, but, when I had got a job (well-paid, thank you) in a city I didn't know, I had reverted to my old shy and introverted self. It was only with her and one or two old student friends that I was able to fully relax and be ME. She was worried that I was lonely. I seemed to go to work and then come back to my flat and never socialise at all. She wanted to arrange a blind date for me with another gay guy that she knew from her home town.
I turned back to Jess and, trying to delay having to make a decision, I told her that I would think about her suggestion and we could discuss it later. `Don't forget, I'm going back home tomorrow, so it we'll have to talk about it over breakfast.' The thought of a serious discussion over breakfast daunted me somewhat, but I kissed her on the cheek as she went into the spare room and I retired to mine. My sleep that night was troubled. I don't like confrontations and I was worried that Jess, the most well-meaning of my friends, would issue me with some sort of ultimatum.
As we were clearing the breakfast debris away, she said the dreaded words, `I haven't forgotten, you know. But I realise that you don't want to discuss my plan to get you partnered off, even though Jack and you are so well suited. So, here's what I'll do. No discussion. In a few days I'll message you with an address and time. Jack will meet you there. You can walk away at any time. But you must promise me that you will be there.'
Reluctantly, I agreed.
I walked Jess to the station, kissed and hugged her fondly, waved her goodbye and went back to my empty flat. Yes, it was definitely empty. And I felt it. Maybe she was right and maybe I was lonely. OK, I had made a promise: when her message arrived, I would go to meet this Jack.
A week or so later, a message arrived from Jess. It was very brief. Its exact wording was 'Saturday 17 July, 1.30pm, corner of Caledonian Street and Bond Street.'
I had to check where these streets were as I had never heard of them. They seemed to be in an industrial area not far away near the city centre. 17 July was three days away, so there was the possibility of backing out, but I had promised, and, if I am honest, I was feeling that my life was somewhat empty. Maybe I did need to meet someone who was gay too. And if he did turn out to be a right minger, a street corner seemed a good place to say that I had changed my mind and I could then walk away.
The day arrived and I arrived at the place about ten minutes early. Unsurprisingly there was no sign of this Jack.
I had prepared with great care. I had showered and shaved. I checked myself out in the full-length mirror in the bathroom -- not bad! I saw a young man with a good body, not overly muscular, but defined -- yes, the swimming and running help - reasonably good looking, larger than average cock.
It was a hot day again and so I had chosen a tight-fitting white t-shirt, a pair of shorts which would reveal my package, really tight white underpants and flip flops. Was I wanting to seem a slut? No, I wanted to reveal my assets on the off-chance that this would turn out well.
For ten minutes I walked up and down passing the corner over and over again. One time, as I turned round once again, I saw a guy walking towards me from the other end. He seemed to be well built with broad shoulders. He was stylishly dressed in casual trousers and a well-fitted blue shirt. As he looked towards me, he smiled knowingly as if he could read my inner turmoil. His grin turned broader as he confidently walked up to me and said, `You must be Sam. The photo Jess sent me doesn't do you justice. I'm Jack and I would like to thank you for agreeing to meet.'
Hello, Jack,' I replied nervously. Did Jess tell you much about me?'
`No. Only that you are very good looking and were lonely. I can see she was right on the first point and, if the second is also true, I hope we can have some fun together and then see where it goes. I hope you don't mind, but I thought we could go to a sauna, just round the corner. I always go there when I am here on business. It's clean and friendly and offers the opportunity of some no-strings fun. If you are uncomfortable with that idea, maybe you would prefer to go for a drink instead. It's up to you.'
`Well, I've never been to a sauna and I don't know what to expect, although I have seen some videos on porn sites which have provided some wank material.' OMG! I was opening up to this attractive man whose very presence seemed to fill me with confidence and trust. So much for my shy, introverted self!
`I feel I can trust you, Jack. So let's go in.'
Jack smiled.
In the small lobby was a guy at the cash desk. Jack paid and handed me my locker key. We were buzzed through to the changing area. We found our lockers next to each other. Jack stripped off quickly. I was slower, being a little shy. Jack had already stripped and was sitting on the bench behind me with his towel wrapped round his waist while I had still not removed my underwear. Trying not to be obvious I checked him out. Maybe early thirties, muscular chest with defined pecs... and biceps to die for. Biceps are my weakness! He must have noticed me as our eyes met and, before I could look away, he grinned knowingly and said, `Do you like what you see?'
`Y-yes,' I stammered, blushing to the roots of my hair.
`Nervous?'
`Yes.'
`Relax.'
I smiled and turned back to my locker. Suddenly I felt a hand on my backside. A thrill of excitement convulsed my body.
Nice underwear,' he said. Nice fit.' As he was saying this, his hand explored further, running over my arse cheeks, feeling along and under the seams around my thighs, his fingers running along the inside of the seams.
I was frozen. Was it excitement? Was it fright? Was it hope? Maybe it was all three. His hand explored further. He reached between my thighs and fondled my swelling penis. I stayed immobile, living purely in that moment of joy and fulfilment.
Nice fit at the front too,' he said. Turn round so I can see for myself.'
Hesitating slightly, I slowly turned round, revealing the indecent swelling at the front of my underpants. Shamefully, I saw that there was a large damp patch where my precum was betraying my excitement and arousal.
The guy grasped my shaft through the stretched fabric and gently rubbed my cock head. With a gasp of shock and pleasure I leaned back against the row of lockers. I gazed lustfully into his eyes and thought that this is what heaven should be like.
His hand rubbed the length of my shaft and I felt my knees weaken.
`Please stop. I am close to cumming and I am still in the changing room.'
He merely chuckled and said, `I'm sure you will cum again later on.' With that he yanked my underpants down and pulled my cock into his mouth. Within seconds I was helplessly moaning with pleasure as I pumped my cum into his mouth. I was amazed that he swallowed my full load. As he released my cock from his lips, my knees gave way and I slumped to the floor with my back still against the bank of lockers.
Suddenly I was aware of clapping and a cry of `nice one!'. Oh shit! We had an audience! There were two of them, both grinning broadly. My face went beet red and I wanted to run away and hide, but my legs were still not ready.
Jack took control of the situation.
`This is his first time here and I wanted to show him how friendly we all are. I am going to show him around the place. Shall we all go together?'
And so it was arranged. I would be given a guided tour by three horny guys, I had only just met and two of them total strangers. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it round my waist, put the elasticated band with my locker key around my wrist and followed them through the doorway into a large open area.
Jack explained that before using the facilities it was a good idea to have a shower, even though I might have showered just before leaving home. This seemed a good idea as I thought my dick at least needed to be cleaned. We took shower heads next to each other and the other two guys -- I'll call them Blondy and Tubby for reasons you can guess -- followed us in.
Jack lathered me up which was a new experience for me and totally erotic. He massaged my head, ran his hands over my back and chest and lower, exploring my arse and genitals. Then there was another thrill. While he was busy paying attention to the area just below my waist, someone approached behind me and another pair of hands massaged my chest, rubbing and caressing my nipples. I looked over my shoulder and saw it was Tubby. The shower gel made their hands and my skin very slick. I was amazed that my cock was rising to the occasion again so soon after my orgasm in the changing room, but it was. I was experiencing a sensory overload -- stimulation to my private areas, massage on my nipples, a man's chest rubbing against my back.
I felt very guilty being the centre of attention and tried to return the favour, but they told me in clear terms to relax and enjoy their ministrations. And I did!
Jack said, `I think we ought to get on with the tour.' Everyone agreed. I reached for my towel, but Blondy took it from me and proceeded to use it all over my body. The texture of the material was slightly rough and added to the stimulation that my skin was experiencing, slick massage all over followed by a brisk rubdown. Blondy paid particular attention to my cock, rubbing all round my balls. He didn't need to retract my foreskin as my erection was already standing proud. I was quickly teetering on the edge when he paid special attention to my exposed cock head. He took delight in polishing it, bringing me right to the brink of a second eruption.
`I'm going to cum,' I gasped.
`Oh no, you're not,' they all chorused and with that they dragged me out of the shower room. Blondy kept my towel draped over his shoulder. Tubby and Jack grasped my elbows and they marched me totally naked back into the open area. Several guys looked over and smiled.
Naked. Exposed. Erect. I had found a whole new world of pleasures! And questions! Was I an exhibitionist? I was certainly enjoying the exposure.
I think you might need to relax for a while,' suggested Jack. Let's go to the cinema.'
On the screen a couple of young guys were fucking like jack rabbits. The group of us made our way to the back row where I took my place between my Jack and Tubby. Blondy sat on the row right in front of me. I was glad that I could use the semi-darkness of the cinema to hide my embarrassment at being naked, although I was aware that my nakedness had been paraded to all the audience when we had worked our way to the back.
I relaxed between the two guys. Then I realised that they were each resting their hands on my inner thighs while Blondy had turned round and, leaning over towards me, was taking my erection into his mouth.
Through my feelings of lust, I managed to murmur, `This is not going to let me relax. I am so close to cumming.'
This only seemed to encourage them. My nipples were pinched. My thighs were massaged. Blondy started pumping my dick while noisily slurping with all his might.
`OH! FU-U-UCK' I screamed while I pumped my second load of the day, this time down Blondy's throat. The cinema audience cheered -- they seemingly preferred real-life action to the professionally choreographed action on the screen.
As I came down from my high, I muttered, `Now I really do need to relax.'
OK,' said Jack. How about the steam room?'
The four of us went across the open area again. I was still deprived of my towel, but as my erection had subsided somewhat, I could cover my private parts with my hands and so I felt more at ease, less vulnerable and exposed.
Once in the steam room, it took some time for my eyes to focus through the thick clouds of steam which swirled around everywhere. As my eyes adjusted, I saw that there was no-one there apart from the four of us. I felt totally exhausted after two orgasms in close succession. I really needed some rest before the tour continued. I sat on one of the ledges next to Jack. He put his left arm round my shoulders. This demonstration of undemanding tenderness relaxed me. I leaned into his embrace and for the first time since I had entered this palace of delight and pleasure I relaxed.
Sadly, I felt the hot steamy atmosphere becoming too much and said that I simply had to get out to find somewhere cooler to relax. I was surprised when my towel was presented to me. `Decency at all times,' whispered Jack with a smile, as we made our way to the bar and lounge area. Tubby went to the bar and ordered us all soft drinks, charging the amount to his wrist band. Meanwhile I sat on a sofa and was delighted when Jack again engulfed me in a tender embrace. I was almost lying with my back against his side while his hand gently, tenderly caressed my nipples. There was nothing sexual in the gesture. It was just tender intimacy between two friends.
I whispered to him, `I'm having a simply amazing experience with you. Thank you for taking me under your wing and letting me experience things that I have only dreamed of.'
You're welcome,' he replied, and by the way, these are Will and Harry,' indicating Tubby and Blondy in that order. `We often meet here to play, but today I think we have hit the jackpot. It is very rare to be able to introduce a newbie to the pleasures of this place. I have a personal question to ask you. You don't need to answer if you think I am being too personal. But you have said this is your first visit to a sauna. And I get the impression that you are not very experienced. Is this your first experience of sex with men? I do hope you aren't offended by those questions.'
`Well, to be perfectly honest, I played a few times with guys when I was at uni, but I have never been part of a group scene before. So, yes, I am very inexperienced.'
The conversation drifted away from there, covering a multitude of banal subjects. Once we had all finished our drinks and I was rested, Jack asked me if I would like to continue with the tour, or go off on my own to see what fun I could find, or even go home.
`What else is there to see and do?'
`Well, there's the jacuzzi, the sauna proper, glory holes, private rooms.'
`Don't forget the couch upstairs,' prompted Will.'
`Oh yes, the couch upstairs. Will really loves that. I wonder if you will. By the way, Harry and Will normally leave in an hour or so. I am free all evening and intend to stay here for a good while yet I would love it if you decided to stay on with me. Maybe for something a little less intense?'
Well,' I announced, That decides the matter. I would like to go on with the tour and see where it leads. Maybe we should start with the mysterious couch upstairs if Will is so keen and his time is limited.'
So up two flights of stairs we went and arrived in a dimly lit vast open area which was dominated by the couch. The word couch is not adequate to describe it. What I saw was a raised padded area about four metres square. On it were maybe four or five bodies -- it was difficult to be sure of the number because of the poor light and the fact that they all seemed to be writhing in one huge, sexualised mass.
I was gobsmacked. I had never seen such things or dreamed that such things were possible.
Will showed no hesitation and disappeared into the melee. Harry followed a couple of seconds later.
`What do you think?' asked Jack.
I don't think that's for me,' I replied, at least not yet. Don't forget this is my first time for semi-public sex. Until I came in today, I was in many ways a virgin when it comes to experience.'
Jack felt for my cock through my towel and chuckled as he became aware that it was ready to respond to his subtle massage.
I think you might be ready for some other experiences,' he smiled. Come with me and see what you think of the hot tub.'
I happily followed him back down to the ground floor, secretly amazed at my sexual stamina. In a side room the jacuzzi already was playing host to a couple of guys. We shrugged off our towels and I was pleased that Jack was already sporting a semi while my manhood was definitely chubbing up.
We sat on the submerged ledge in a corner. I luxuriated in the warmth of the water, enjoying the bubbles foaming around my chest and lower regions. Jack suggested that I move my arse forward a little so that I would be submerged up to my neck. When I did this, I gasped when I felt jets of cold water blowing against my balls.
Jack smiled at my reaction, saying, `I thought you'd like that.' He confirmed this my groping my quickly growing dick. In response and appreciation, I moved my hand to his groin area and started slowly moving it up and down the length of his shaft.
We relaxed, enjoying the gentle massage afforded by the bubbling water and especially the mutual masturbation. There seemed to be no urgency in our movements. We were both lost in the gentle sensuality of the moment.
Jack advised me that strictly speaking no sexual activity was permitted in the jacuzzi, but provided we didn't cum there should be no problem. Of course, after my recent climaxes, it was most unlikely that I would shoot again soon, but all too soon Jack said that he needed to get out -- either to calm down or to find some sexual relief. He suggested that we should go to a private room, either to relax or to play some more. I admitted that I was happy to do either, but that I would prefer some more play. This man was so attractive, so caring and considerate and I wanted MORE, MORE, MORE!
We went into a private room upstairs. Inside there was a large bed covered an easy-to-clean plastic sheeting. Plenty of space for the two of us to lie down and relax.... or anything else. Above the door a small TV was showing some porn -- a group fuck scene. Fixed to the wall was a tray with condoms and lube and underneath a box of tissues. Quite spartan, but in truth there was everything necessary for what was likely to happen there.
We stretched out on the bed on our backs. I snuggled up against Jack's side. He pulled me gently into a closer cuddle. I moved on to my side facing him. With my fingertips I brushed lightly across his chest, playing with his nipples. I explored lower down, running my hand over his abs and through his treasure trail. Lower and lower I went until I found his member. It was erect. I ran my fingers the length of his shaft, gently teasing it with a feather-light touch. Sometimes my fingers would caress his balls. They were well raised which suggested to me that he was almost ready to cum.
Jack,' I whispered. Will you fuck me?'
After a period of consideration I think not,' came the disappointing reply. I am so close to cumming and, unlike you, I need a long recovery time afterwards. That would mean a very short session. As this would be our first time, you would not enjoy it -- and that's what I want for you. Our first experience of anal sex should be unhurried, gentle and a deep, deep pleasure. For now, maybe a 69? But I promise that the next time I will make true love to you.'
Wow! There would be a next time!
With that thought I bent towards his throbbing cock and manoeuvred my legs until my own dick was poised above Jack's open mouth. I lowered myself so that each one's cock entered the other's mouth simultaneously. Two different, but parallel sensations at the same time -- my mouth was filled with a silky soft, but totally rigid, piece of meat, while my own shaft was engulfed by wet warmth. We each fondled the other's balls. I concentrated on doing to Jack what he was doing to me. We alternated hard and soft suction, fast and slow movements of our heads. Tongues circled engorged cock heads. My own attention to Jack became instinctive and almost mechanical, as I lost awareness of anything other than the pleasures emanating from my cock and seemingly filling my whole body, my whole being.
All too soon, the cock in my mouth seemed to swell and stiffen. My mouth was filled with a sweet and slightly salty taste as Jack erupted. There was so much of it that despite my attempts at swallowing it, a lot dribbled out and down his shaft. I was slightly disappointed that I had not swallowed it all, as Jack had done for me in the changing room.
I was overwhelmed. Lust overcame me. `Oh FUCK,' I shouted again as my sperm erupted from me for the third time today. My shaft was engulfed in Jack's warm, wet mouth. I was nothing but a throbbing cock, pumping my seed into a willing mouth, a mouth which was insistently sucking the last droplets of cum from me. My knees and elbows collapsed. I fell on to Jack. I was exhausted. I was fulfilled.
As I came down from the orgasm-induced high, I began to think. What had I discovered today? My first session in a sauna had given me so much. I had been paraded naked through a relatively public area. Was I an exhibitionist? Was I a submissive? I had been the centre of attention in a group session. I had discovered the utter satisfaction of man-on-man tenderness. I had met someone who treated me with consideration and had accepted my naivety and inexperience in matters sexual. I had met a man for whom I thought I might be developing an affection. There was so much to think about.
I was also aware that there were other new experiences awaiting me in this palace of pleasure and I was greedy to discover them -- the sauna proper, glory holes.... maybe even that couch upstairs,
By mutual and unspoken agreement Jack and I returned to the showers where we lathered each other up. There was a certain amount of intimate play, but we were both too exhausted to take it any further. We rinsed, dried off and returned to the changing room to retrieve our clothes.
As we left the premises, Jack said, 'You are welcome to come to my hotel, if you don't have anything else arranged. We could have a drink or two, relax and get to know each other better.
Wow! This guy, I had only just met and who I certainly fancied and whose caring attitude had impressed me, was inviting me to spend more time with him. Of course, I accepted without a second's hesitation!
`Did you drive here, or shall we take a cab?' I asked.
`Neither. It's just a short walk,' came the reply.
We sat in the bar and chatted. I felt completely at ease in Jack's company. It quickly became apparent that we shared many interests ranging from similar musical tastes, to a passion for visiting museums and art galleries and an interest in swimming and cycling.
When the last subject was raised, I felt bold enough to suggest that we go cycling the following day. `At my flat I have a couple of bikes. They aren't serious professional machines, but they are good for a day out in the countryside. Are you free tomorrow? Will you come with me? Please?'
Oh shit, I thought, I am sounding needy. That'll deter him. But, no! To my relief he smiled and said he would love to, but that he didn't have any suitable kit for cycling.
No problem,' I smiled. I have a couple of pairs of cycling shorts and tops that you could borrow.'
Now it was Jack's turn to smile. `That's settled then. Look, the time is getting on -- do you fancy something to eat? The restaurant in this place is a bit starchy, but I know a nice bistro nearby, mainly French and Mediterranean cuisine. Do you fancy that? My treat!'
Well, of course I do,' I replied, but you have paid for everything today. Let's go to my flat. You can try out the cycling gear and check my spare bike while I prepare an omelette and maybe a green salad.'
Jack said that he would gladly accept my hospitality.
Here I have to admit that, as well as not wanting to separate from Jack any sooner than our work schedules would allow, I had an ulterior motive. I was hoping that we might go to bed together and I wasn't yet ready for sex in a hotel room. I wasn't confident in my ability to keep quiet if I had another orgasm.
`Shall I call a cab?' asked Jack.
`No need. It's only a ten-minute walk.'
With a certain amount of pride, I showed Jack round my flat. I was quite pleased with my taste in interior décor: Scandi minimalist with bare polished wooden floors, a large and very comfortable sofa pine dining suite and IKEA storage units in the living room, a small but well-designed kitchen and two bedrooms each with a double bed and built-in storage. In each room Jack complimented me on my good taste. Last of all I showed him the shower room. Sadly, it was rather cramped. A large shower dominated the room which meant that the loo and basin were very close together. Bless him! Jack showed no disappointment, but said, `What a beautiful shower. It looks big enough for two.' I smiled.
I poured Jack a glass of wine, rather a nice gewurztraminer that I had discovered in a small wine merchant's nearby. I settled him on the sofa and went off to find the cycling kit. When I came back in, I saw him standing in the middle of the room totally naked.
It's still rather hot,' he said. I would like a shower before I try on your clothes. I don't want to get sweat on them.'
Good idea. Very thoughtful of you,' I said. Now I thought I would really push my luck: could I join you before I start the meal?'
`I was hoping you'd say that,' he grinned.
I fetched a couple of towels, switched on the water and in we got. There was room for two, as Jack had noticed, but the two had to be willing to accept frequent body contact. We were both quite willing!
It was easier for us each to massage the shower gel into the other one. Our hand and bodies were slicked with the gel. Our bodies were wet and glistening with the water streaming over us. I stood behind Jack massaging his shoulders, exploring down his spine, reaching under his arms to feel his flat stomach. Lower I went until I reached my prize. My fist encircled his shaft and gently moved up and down its length. I was happy to find that it was no longer flaccid, but was swiftly becoming erect.
Mischievously, I whispered in his ear, `I thought you said you could only cum once.'
He smiled over his shoulder at me saying, `I did say that, but maybe I wasn't thinking of sharing a shower with one of the sexiest men I have ever seen. And your touch is just magic. And now it's my turn. Let me turn around and get full access to your body.'
I leant back against the shower wall and clasped my hands above my head to give him the access he wanted -- and I wanted it too. I luxuriated in the multiple sensations of the water streaming down my chest and Jack just gazed at me with a quiet smile on his face. After what seemed like several minutes, he lifted his hands and gently caressed my erect nipples. He leaned in towards me, lips open. Our mouths joined in a passionate kiss. Our tongues explored greedily. His hands moved lower, sensually touching and feeling my flat stomach and working slowly lower until he reached my straining shaft. Massaging my balls, he ran his fingers along my cock, teasingly fondling my exposed head. This was too much. I wasn't ready to cum yet, so I pushed him back, fell to my knees and engulfed his cock in my eager mouth.
Steady,' Jack protested. I am strictly limited by the number of times I can cum. I think I ought to try on your cycling shorts. I recall that I promised to you fuck you the next time and I think this is the next time.'
I was disappointed, but I understood his reasoning. We dried off quickly. While he was in the living room with the cycling kit, I went into the kitchen, quickly prepared the salad and dressing and before I had started beating the eggs, Jack was standing next to me wearing one of my lycra outfits. The tightness of the material showed off his body to perfection and as I inspected this beautiful sight, I noticed that he was wearing nothing under the shorts. His erect member was outlined beautifully. I reached forward to rub it while it was held immobile between the lycra and his stomach. He sighed and moaned with pleasure and then suggested that I should put on another set of cycling gear so that we could admire each other. I gladly agreed.
When I returned to the kitchen wrapped in lycra and sporting an erection, I found that Jack had found the cutlery and plates and put them on the table ready. As I beat the eggs and began cooking the omelettes, he stood close behind me rubbing his shaft against my arse and holding me in a tight embrace. He explored my chest, my abs and my groin. I discovered the intense pleasure of having my hands busy so that I was unable to interfere with whatever he wanted to do with my body. A gentle squeeze to my pecs was followed by tickling on my cock and balls. He explored my arse and ran his fingers along my crack.
`Right, dinner is ready,' I said, reluctantly twisting out of his embrace.
Over our meal we discussed where to go the following day. By the time we had finished eating the day was fully planned: our route through some lovely countryside, the pub where we could have lunch and hopefully relax in the sun over a beer or two.
We quickly stacked the plates and glasses in the sink to wait until tomorrow. I grasped jack's hand and led him to my room.
My introduction to anal sex was mostly a deep pleasure. Slowly and sensually, we stripped each other. We explored our pecs and nipples, our bulges and our arses. Firstly, through the tight lycra and eventually skin on skin. Jack pushed me down on to the bed and came up beside me. We lay on our sides facing each other. We kissed long and lingeringly. Gradually the kisses grew more passionate. Each one reached for and found the other's body. With throbbing cocks squashed between us we grasped arses. Each time Jack managed to run his fingers along my crack, teasing and poking softly against my rosebud. And each time my body reacted with a spasm of erotic pleasure.
Jack asked me to lie on my front. I did so and a frisson ran through me as I felt the cool lube being rubbed between my cheeks and circling round my rosebud getting closer and closer with each circuit. Pausing only to apply more lube, Jack pushed one finger against my hole. There was resistance, but he increased the pressure while reassuring me with gentle advice: `Relax, relax. Tell me if you want me to stop.'
`No. Go on.'
Without me being aware of how it happened, I felt that my hole had opened and that Jack had his finger inside me up to the first knuckle. Slowly, patiently he loosened my hole, constantly reassuring me, gently whispering, `Relax, relax, enjoy the sensations.'
And I did. After the first finger, another entered and finally a third. They moved about, exploring my most private area, right inside me. A jolt of pleasure, totally unknown and unexpected, convulsed me body.
He whispered, `I have found your prostate, that sweetest spot for giving the deepest pleasure to you,'
I was already leaking precum, but it now seemed to become a deluge.
Whispering that he thought I was now ready, Jack asked if I was sure that I wanted him to enter me. I assured him that I was, that at this moment I wanted nothing else.
His fingers withdrew and I felt at my entrance something hard, yet warm, oh so warm. He increased the pressure. Taking his time, he passed my sphincter and stopped. There had been a moment of pain, but this was followed by a pleasurable feeling of fullness. Jack slowly moved forward. Throughout he ensured that I was happy with his actions. Once he was fully inside me, he slowly started to move back. Then in again slightly faster. Then back again. He established a gentle rhythm and I lost the ability for rational thought. I was overwhelmed with pleasure. His movements, the feeling of being full, the continual stimulation of my prostate. This was right. This was good. This was me.
Looking back, I can see he wasn't fucking me -- we were making love tenderly, compassionately, passionately. I surrendered to the intense sensations of pleasure. No. I surrendered to Jack.
How long our lovemaking lasted I have no idea. It was definitely lovemaking and not fucking.
Through the mists of my confusion, I realised that he was speeding up, that he was repeatedly hitting my prostate, that waves of pleasure were rolling through me. I wanted it to stop, but I also wanted this moment to last forever. With one final thrust, Jack tensed and I knew his seed was filling me. I realised that I was pumping my sperm out with an intensity I had never felt before.
Exhausted, Jack collapsed on me. I was trapped, but I was happy and fulfilled. I had found myself.
The bed was a mess. Sweat and cum covered the duvet. We would need to tidy it up, but Jack insisted it could wait until tomorrow. `What is the point of having a spare bedroom if we don't use it?' he asked. So after a quick shower, we retired to the spare room and with Jack spooning my back and his arm around me reassuringly, we fell into a deep slumber.
I awoke to sunlight shining through the blind and the aroma of fresh coffee brewing. I couldn't find my clothes, so I went naked into the kitchen to find Jack there clad only in his underwear. He was readying coffee and croissants for breakfast. He was proving excellent at discovering where I stored things. He had even done last night's washing up. I loved how he was at ease with the boring domestic tasks of life and how caring and considerate he was proving to be.
Smiling, he looked at me and said, `That's a lovely sight to start the day -- my man, naked.'
I ran over to embrace him. He responded tenderly.
I sought for my clothes and in the end, I settled on naked as suitable breakfast attire.
We were sitting having breakfast, watching the city wake up around us. I was feeling awkward and embarrassed -- I had so much I needed to say and I didn't know how to start, or indeed where to start. `Jack, I just want....'
No,' Jack said. Don't say anything. There are thoughts I need to get in order in my mind. Let's just enjoy our bike ride together.'
He put on a pair of cycling shorts, with no underwear, and the same top that he had worn the previous evening. The whole outfit showed off his physique to perfection. I decided to wear a pair of compression shorts, just like cycling shorts but without the padding in the arse area -- I was determined to show myself off to Jack, even in public. He seemed to be taken with my body at least and I wanted him to see as much of it as possible.
We mounted up and set off. It was an easy ride along quite level roads and after about ten/fifteen minutes we had left the city behind and were cycling through gently rolling countryside. The hills were fairly gentle, but we were both working up a sweat because of the heat of the summer sun. After a few miles we left the road and followed a cycle path through a woodland area where the shade afforded some respite from the sun's heat. We slowed down and eventually dismounted. It was pleasant to walk together wheeling our bikes and holding hands. Apart from birdsong and the odd rustle of a small creature in the undergrowth, there was silence. We did not speak; we each found the presence of the other satisfying and fulfilling. There was no need for words.
In the distance through the trees, we saw a river flowing lazily and by silent consent we wandered down towards it. There was an open grassy area on the bank. We sat on the river bank, letting our feet dangle in the cooling water, while the sun beat down on us. It was bliss. Moving as one, we reached over to each other and embraced. Leaning closer we kissed, long, deep and intimately.
Eventually I stood up and removed my top. Jack smiled wickedly and suggested that I remove my shorts as well. Looking round to check that there was no one around, I grinned and did so. My erection was almost painful as my cock basked in the open air. The movement of the gentle breeze on my nakedness was erotic and stimulating, in every sense of the word. There was a rusting in the bushes, so I jumped into the river. Jack said that it was only a rabbit or other small creature and laughed at my caution.
Then Jack stripped off too and joined me in the cooling water. We swam. We horsed about, ducking one another in the water and splashing like little schoolboys. The coolness of the water had made my erection subside, so I thought that I might get out and let the sun's heat dry me off, but then I felt Jack approach me from behind. He pulled me into a hug and I felt his fingers fondle my softening cock.
`This is very public,' I protested, even though another part of me wanted this to continue.
Jack's hand grasped my shaft and I could feel his stiff member moving gently between my arse cheeks.
Oh God,' I murmured, as the part of me that wanted all this to continue won out. Again I surrendered to Jack, to this magnificent man who seemed to be everything that I wanted or needed -- deadly attractive, caring and considerate, humorous, at ease with the trivialities of domestic life. His shaft gently probed my arse. It was still rather relaxed after the lengthy session of the previous evening and so he was able to enter me again without much difficulty. It was yet another love-making experience. We were in the open, semi-submerged in the gentle cooling waters of the river. Unhurriedly Jack moved his hips back and forth. His breaths came slow and steady. He was taking his time, but at almost every stroke he was hitting my prostate and I was becoming more and more frantic. In the open, the man I loved -- did I really mean the word love? -- deep inside me, him stroking my cock. I couldn't hold back. I cried out YES!' and I came and came, emptying my balls into the river.
As soon as my orgasm abated, Jack withdrew his cock and climbed out onto the bank and stretched out to dry off in the sun.
`But you haven't cum,' I said as I lay down by his side.
No, not yet,' he grinned. Maybe later.'
The strength of the sun was great enough that in about half an hour, after turning over a couple of times, we were dry enough to put on our clothes again and resume our ride.
I told Jack that the pub I was aiming for was only about a mile further on. Good,' came the reply. I'm starving.'
We sat outside in the pub's beer garden to eat our sandwiches and down a couple of cooling beers. We chatted about everything and nothing. We were totally at ease with each other. We rested our hands on each other's thighs under the table in total, easy familiarity. There was nothing sexual. Until, that is, Jack groped my penis and said, `I think we ought to get back to your place. There is something I need to finish off before I go home.' He grinned and winked. I guessed that the ting that needed finishing off was the sex which was indeed half-finished as far as he was concerned. I hoped that I would be able to get another erection, but I was fairly confident as my cock was already responding to Jack's attentions.
The ride home was uneventful. We managed to find a balance between hurrying back for the unfinished business and taking it easy so that we would be in a fit state to enjoy the unfinished business.
Once we were back in the flat, Jack grabbed my hand and almost dragged me into my bedroom. God! It was a mess after last night. I started to go into the spare room, but Jack insisted that we use the same bed as last night so that I would be able to sleep in the relatively clean guest bed.
Jack almost ripped off my clothes and then his. He pulled me into a passionate embrace. Soon our tongues were wrestling and exploring our mouths. Our erections were rubbing against themselves, smearing precum over our stomachs. We were breathless with desire. We collapsed onto the bed without breaking our passionate kiss. I lay on my back willing Jack to take me. I was his totally.
Using his spit as lube, he inserted one, then two and finally three fingers inside me. Oh, Jack. Oh, Jack,' I moaned. Sam, baby,' came the whispered response.
Once again he entered me. I was expecting that the passion Jack had been demonstrating until then would mean a fast and furious fuck session. I would have been happy with that. But, no. He was gentle. His strokes were long and slow. Again, I felt full and complete, as his shaft stimulated the nerve endings deep inside me. I was in a blissful state. This man I loved (that word again!) was with me, was in me and I never wanted this to end. I suppose that time passed. I was aware only of the pulses of pleasure that I was feeling flow through me and the tender look upon Jack's face.
Eventually jack's strokes speeded up. He was approaching a magnificent climax. Neither of us had touched my dick but it was throbbing and pulsating.
`I'm going to cum,' I shouted.
`Me too.'
Together we both erupted.
We both lay there, Jack on top of me. We were both satiated and exhausted after dramatic simultaneous orgasms.
More time passed and finally Jack sat up. `I have to go back to check out of my hotel and get back home, but before I go there are things that we must say to each other. This morning you started to say something that was maybe troubling you and I shut you up. Now there are some things that I need to say to you. Will you be more polite than I was and let me speak uninterrupted?'
`Yes,' hesitantly.
He went on, `Let me guess what you wanted to say at breakfast. You are feeling confused. After a too many years spent concealing and even repressing your homosexuality, you have discovered and embraced it. What I am going to say now might well sound arrogant, but please hear me out. You think you might be falling in love with me, and I must admit that I feel a great affection for you. But you must bear in mind that we only met about 24 hours ago. I have possibly given you more pleasure than you thought possible. Probably you feel a lot of gratitude for that. But you must never confuse pleasure and gratitude with love. They are definitely not a sound foundation for a long-term relationship. Am I right?'
Reluctantly I smiled, `Yes. Are you psychic?'
Not psychic, but I think I have an understanding of human nature. So,' he went on, here is what we'll do. I will go home now and then tomorrow you will go to work. For the rest of the week, we will not get in contact at all. You need to do some thinking. You need to be sure of your feelings towards me. I need to be sure about how I feel towards you. In fact, I think it would be better if we didn't see each other for some months. I suggest that you use the time we are apart to meet people. Make friends -- straight and gay. Go to clubs. Go back to the sauna and explore the other parts of the facility that you didn't use yesterday.'
I was conflicted; I was devastated that this guy who meant so much to me was ending a relationship before it had really started, but the logical part of my mind understood the rationale.
I managed to hold back my tears. Gulping to control my breathing, I asked, `How long must we be apart?' After some to-ing and fro-ing, we agreed on two months.
In abject misery, I stood up saying, `It's 5.36pm. The sooner the separation starts, the sooner it will be over' and I ushered Jack out of my flat, hardly allowing him time to put on his clothes. Sobbing, I leant against the door, where I finally broke down and wept.
When I eventually achieved a rational state of mind, I did what Jack had suggested. I went out. I made friends. I partied. But although it was fun, it was also empty. I was empty. On a few occasions I rang Jack. He never answered. I left voice mails. No response. I texted. No response. Either he had abandoned me permanently or, just possibly, he felt the same as me but was more strong-willed.
I begged Jess to tell me where he lived and she refused, saying that she thought Jack was being very wise. `I honestly only expected you to become friends. I expected nothing like the sudden intense emotions that you are undergoing now. I am so, so sorry.'
Two months to the day after Jack had left my flat, at 5.36 I rang him again. He immediately answered. The sound of the tenderness of his hello filled my heart with joy. I cannot now recall the words we used, but I know he asked me if I would like to come to his place the following day. Of course, I jumped at the chance.
I have no recollection of the details of that visit. I remember only a warm feeling inside and that Jack told me that it had been the longest two months of his life.
A month later we were married and Jess was our maid of honour.