Part I:
"Ah... Ah... Ah... AAAAhhh..." Richie shouted as he orgasmed and shot his load. He had been masturbating in bed (again) thinking of Duncan. Lately he'd been unusually horny and he couldn't stop masturbating. He thought of his Scottish companion, the immortal Duncan Macleod, with his cute accent, long brown hair and big cock.
It was pretty hard getting dates these days. Women seem to prefer Duncan to him. They always claimed that he was too young, little did they know that he'd been 22 years old for a few years now. He thought back to the time when he first found out he was immortal and how Duncan had taken him under his wing and trained him to protect himself.
Richie's cock was pretty sore these days. He examined his cut cock and noticed redness around its head. Damn, he might have to stop jerking off for a few days. It was not a bad looking cock, not as big as Duncan's 9 incher, but it was thick and stood up proudly at 7 inches when it was hard. Underneath his cock, were two plum-like pink balls, covered lightly with blond hair. His cock was nearly always hard and he couldn't get it soft unless he jerked it off. If only Duncan would stop walking around the house in the nude!
Richie sighed and took some tissue to wipe the cum off his flat stomach. He got off his bed and walked to the bathroom. He felt his muscles relax as he felt the shower jets on his back. As he soaped his muscular body, he slipped a finger into his asshole. Oh God, it felt so good... Richie began finger-fucking himself, till his cock was rock hard again. He imagined Duncan behind him, fucking him with his large cock while his hands played with his nipples and cock.
"Richie. Are you in there?" Duncan's voice interrupted his dream.
"Yes, ah, Mac. I'm ah taking a shower." Richie said between pants. His finger was still deep inside him. Suddenly the bathroom door opened. Although there was the shower screen, and Duncan probably couldn't see him through the glass door, Richie self-consciously withdrew his finger. Damn, he was still rock hard.
"Richie, did you leave the weights in the weight room without keeping them back?" he heard Duncan's voice.
"Ah.. yes. Oh, I'm real sorry." Richie replied trying to keep his voice as normal as possible. These days, he could be so absorbed in himself that he didn't even sense when another immortal was around.
"Richie, how many times have I told you to keep them back after you work out?" Duncan was stern.
Richie felt himself colouring. He remembered what had happened. He'd been working out when all of a sudden he'd gotten an erection. He'd stop working and started jerking off, dreaming again. Then he'd left the room to go to his bedroom to continue.
Feeling that his prodigy was feeling guilty, Duncan said, "I have an old friend you might like to meet. Why don't you hurry up and join us in the lounge?"
So Duncan left and Richie quickly showered off his soap and stepped out of the stall. He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed he was half-hard. Oh well, no more action for you little guy, he thought.
He quickly got dressed and hurried out to meet this mysterious guest. Sitting opposite Duncan in the lounge was a tall attractive man, who appeared to be in his 30s. He had deep blue eyes and dark brown hair. Richie could tell by the way he filled in his clothes that this was one sexy and muscular guy. Involuntarily he felt his cock twitch.
"Richie, this is Michael. Mike, Richie." Duncan introduced them. Mike held out his hand and Richie took it. The grip was warm and firm. He felt as if he were naked infront of Mike, as if the other man could see through his clothes.
"Hello Richie" Michael's voice was deep and modulated. He sounded English.
"It's been quite a while since I've seen Macleod. Ah yes, Paris 1856. I remember all the belles we dazzled and courted." Michael smiled as he reminisced.
"What brings you here now?" Richie asked him.
"I'm just passing through. There's a art display at the museum I'm interested in seeing. It's been years..." Mike replied.
"Let's have dinner. I know a good place with friendly people, low-key, where we can talk." Duncan added.
So they left for dinner. Richie couldn't help admire the way Michael fitted into his cotton pants. He could see the pants clinging on to his ass. He secretly fantasised about Michael's cock. He wondered what it looked like. His cock was hardenning again, and this time he wasn't wearing any underwear so it tented his jeans slightly.
Michael was happy to see Macleod after all these years. They'd been friends for a long time. He was surprised that Macleod was now living with another immortal. Usually, they didn't hang around with another of their kind. The kid Richie was cute. Michael couldn't noticing the way he blushed slightly and the buldge in his jeans. He wondered if old Macleod was sleeping with the kid. He remembered the older days, when Duncan did fool around with boys. Michael remembered when he was 22 and how horny he used to be. He wouldn't mind getting a piece of the kid's ass!
During dinner, Michael talked about his travels around the world, looking at art pieces. Richie was fascinated and attracted to this man. Like Duncan, he was classy, sophisticated and damn gorgeous. When Macleod excused himself to talk to the owner of the restaurant about something, they were left alone.
"So, Richie, I've talked so much about myself. What about you? Where did you come from, before all this?" he lifted his hands in a gesture.
"I was an orphan, so I don't really have any roots. I used to bum around until this happened. Mac was around and he taught me all the stuff about the swords." Richie replied.
"So I noticed that you work out pretty much at the house?" Mike said.
"Yeah, I guess so. It keeps me in shape." Richie nodded.
"Look, I gotta go. Something's come up with a friend." Duncan joined them suddenly. "See you tomorrow, Mike. Richie, later." Duncan waved and left.
"So where do you want to go tonight?" Mike asked as they both got up to leave.
Richie was estatic. He was all alone with Michael. But what could they do?
"Why don't you come over to my place? We can talk some more?" Mike suggested.
"Yeah, sure!" Richie replied.
They got to Mike's hotel room. When they were inside, Mike gave him a beer. "Do you have a girlfriend, Richie?" Mike asked him.
"Uh... well, umm... no. Not at the moment." Richie was a bit ashamed. The truth was though he'd been out with girls, he wasn't really attracted to them. Not since he met Duncan.
"Why not? You're a very attractive guy. Don't you like girls?" Michael smiled at him. He leaned forward and placed his hand on Richie's knee.
"I... I mean, I do." Richie swallowed. Was Michael making a move on him? He was nervous. Though he'd always fantasised about Duncan, he'd never been with a guy before.
Michael moved his hand upwards, towards Richie's inner thigh till his hand rested on Richie's groin. There was a sharp intake of breath from the kid as he realised that the hand was fondling his cock through the denim material. Seeing that Richie was not protesting, Michael slowly unzipped his jeans.
"Ahhhh..." Richie moaned as his hard cock was released from his jeans.
Not a bad cock, Michael thought. Neatly circumcised, the pink head was glistenning with pink cum. He also noticed the redness near the head. So, Richie had been playing with himself. Good, the kid was horny. Michael's hands started manipulating the cock, playing with the piss-slit and the the shaft.
Then he stopped and quickly took off Richie's shoes, socks followed by the jeans. He led Richie to his bed and peeled off the kid's shirt as well. He liked what he saw - a smooth muscular chest with two hard pink nipples and a flat abdomen with blond pubes. Michael pushed Richie onto the bed (noticed that the cock stood up proudly) and kissed him right on the lips.
Richie was so horny. He couldn't believe that his wildest dreams were coming true. He felt the tongue enter his mouth and attacked back. He kissed Michael hardly while his hands began unbuttoning Michael's shirt and his pants. When they were both naked, Richie admired Michael's body. Just as he thought, it was well-muscled, with a hairy chest and dark brown pubes which came up to his navel. And the cock! It was HUGE, maybe 10 inches long and 3 inches in diameter. There were many huge blue veins throbbing on the cock. Michael was uncut, like Duncan.
Seeing Richie admire his cock, Michael pushed him downwards towards his cock. Richie immediately took it in his mouth. He couldn't get all of it in - he sucked on the big head. He could taste the salty pre-cum oozing out of it. As Richie's tongue played with the piss-slit which was exposed by the retracted foreskin, Michael moaned. Very gently, he nudge more of the monster into Richie's mouth. The feel of the mouth on his organ was estacy. Richie used his tongue to play with the veins on the shaft.
Richie could tell from the increase in Mike's breaths that he was going to come soon. And then he felt Michael tense and felt the gushing out of hot cum into his mouth. He savoured the salty taste of the other man's cum, swallowing all of it. When Michael withdrew, Richie noticed that he was still hard. It was one of the pros of being immortal - immortal hard-ons. He continued to lick and suck those hairy balls, taking the sweaty scent of them.
Michael drew Richie up so that they were face to face for another deep kiss. Then he pushed Richie onto his back and spread open his legs. He leaned down and sucked Richie's tits, eliciting groans from the kid. One of his wet fingers slipped into Richie's asshole. Richie moaned in response, pushing his ass towards Michael. The other hand played with Richie's cock. Michael slowly moved downwards, kissing Richie all over his chest, his abdoment, he navel and burying his nose in those blond pubes. He had no problem engulfing the whole of Richie's cock inside his mouth.
After a few minutes, Michael stopped and flipped Richie onto his stomach. He spreaded Richie's legs wide apart such that his ass was thrusted upwards. The sight of the exposed puckered brown hole before him was too enticing to miss. It was very small with light blond curls around it. Richie did not resist him, so Michael spread his ass cheeks apart, his cock poised at the small opening.
Gently, he nudge his cockhead into the hole. Richie gasped as he felt his asshole being stretched slightly. He could feel the pain building up as Michael entered him. Suddenly Michael pushed his cock all the way in, till the base. Richie screamed in sudden agony; fucking himself with a finger had not been like this.
"Take it out!!! Take it out!!!" he screamed at Michael. But Michael wasn't listenning. One of his hands continued to jerk off Richie's cock. There were tears in Richie's eyes as he felt as if his whole ass was on fire.
"Push out as if you taking a shit, Richie." Michael told him.
Starting with slow strokes, Michael began to fuck him, withdrawing slightly and entering him again. Gradually, the pain lessen as Richie felt the pressure on his prostate and his pleasure increase. His anal sphincter was more relaxed now and he began to enjoy the cock inside him. He pushed back against the invading cock. Sensing this, Michael increased his pace and this time he withdrew till only his cockhead was inside before thrusting forcefully into Richie again.
Michael was amazed at how tight the kid was. It'd been a long time since he fucked a virgin ass. After 20 mins, he could feel his cum approaching. Richie too was about to orgasm.
"I'm cumming!" Richie exclaimed. "Ahhh...Ah..." he moaned as he felt his cock shoot cum onto the bedsheets. At the same time, Michael too shot his cum into Richie's ass.
After they had both finished, Richie fell asleep. He was extremely happy. Michael slowly withdrew from him. Embracing Richie in his arms he too fell asleep. It had been a good night.