The following is a homosexual fantasy, if it is illegal in anyway for you to read it please hit your back-button now. If not I hope you enjoy it. Matt's head hung down onto his chest which heaved as he tried to get his breath back. The smell of male sex hung coppery in the air. I decided to wait for him to speak, to let me know how he felt. I got off the bed and switched off
the video and T.V. Looking at the clock I was surprised to see that it had gone ten-thirty. My cock was still half hard and hanging down my leg. I looked at Matt's sexy young body again in admiration, it was still covered with sweat, and it shone under the lights, his fine muscles in relief. What little body hair he had was damp and shiny and flattened against his skin, as was his bleached-blonde hair. His belly was quivering, due to his bondage I supposed.
Even soft his cock was magnificent, almost as big as mine was hard, it still
glistened with my saliva, and I could see the outline of his torpedo shaped knob beneath his tightish foreskin. Matt looked so sexy, so inviting that my cock started to stiffen. Then I realised that Matt would probably be stiff and cramped, so I started to release him from his bonds. He still didn't speak, just stretched his limbs as I released them. Finally he was free. "Lie flat on your stomach," I told him, "and I'll massage your limbs to get your circulation working properly." Wordlessly he complied. I straddled his calves, admiring his snow-white, dimpled globes and I couldn't resist fondling them, they looked so tempting, so beautiful! "No, don't, please!" Matt hissed. So I reluctantly moved my hands down and massaged behind his knees where the broom stale had been, causing Matt to sigh contentedly. Then I massaged his tight shoulders. "Thanks Dave," he eventually said his voice flat and subdued, "that feels much better. I think I'll go home now, I've got work tomorrow." "Don't you want …." But Matt interrupted in a rush. "I don't want to talk about anything right now. Please don't question me; I don't know what to think right now. I need to sleep on it. I'll talk to you tomorrow. All right?" "If that's what you want Matt I'll respect your wishes; but don't you want to sponge yourself down or something?" "It's O.K. I'll shower when I get home." With that he got off the bed and stretched, then yawned. He picked up his clothes and trainers and dressed quickly, trying to stop me seeing his cock or arse. "I'll be off then." He mumbled, still not making eye contact. "Will you let me out?" "Sure." I told him. I grabbed my boxers and slipped them on, my cock was soft now too. I didn't know what to think either, so I decided the best course of action was to let Matt decide when he wanted to discuss the night with me. I led him downstairs, through the kitchen and into the garage. He got his bike and I held the door as he exited. A curt "Bye." was all that he said. A lame, "See you tomorrow!" was all I could manage. I couldn't work out Matt's attitude, and even though I had several large vodkas, while listening to Nina Simone, when I finally went to bed I had a terrible night's sleep. I was so worried I'd screwed things up with Matt. I got up at seven-thirty; I could still smell Matt on my sheets, and the smell of stale sex hung heavy in my room. By eight-fifteen I'd breakfasted and washed as best I could. Although it was another fine morning I decided to be a bit discreet and put on a sweat shirt and pants. I sat waiting in the conservatory with my second cup of coffee and I had a couple of cigarettes to help calm my nerves. Eight-thirty came and went, no Joe or Matt. I sighed with relief when Joe's van pulled onto the drive 5 minutes later, but Matt wasn't with him. I went into the garden and opened the back gate. "Good morning Joe, are you all right?" "Morning Dave, I'm fine. Is Matt upstairs?" "He's not arrived yet." "Strange," Joe mused, "he's usually very punctual. I'll just get set up and then I'll phone his mobile." I lit another cigarette and paced around the garden, I was beginning to panic now, what had I done? The bathroom window opened and Joe poked his head out. "I've just spoken to Matt, he's on his way. Apparently the silly bugger went training last night, and was knackered, and then he forgot to set his alarm. He was still asleep when I phoned him. Silly prat!" I heaved a sigh of relief. "He said to tell you he's sorry," continued Joe, "and he'll work the time he's late after we've finished tonight, there's stuff he can do on his own. Is that O.K. Dave?" "That's fine Joe, just fine." I was so relieved. Matt arrived at nine-fifteen, so he owed me 45 minutes extra time. He was quiet and subdued, but spoke to me normally enough. I'd had an idea while I was waiting, and after I'd made them a cuppa I told them I was going shopping and I'd be back around lunch time. I gave Joe a set of keys in case he needed them. I got my credit card and set off. Nearby there's a row of shops, including a well stocked hardware shop. I found what I wanted, some heavy-duty, industrial hooks and bought them, along with some more rope. Then I did some grocery shopping and went home for lunch. After lunch, while they worked on the bathroom I set to work clearing an area at the back of the garage. Then I started to fit the hooks; I'm not very good at DIY, but eventually I had them embedded to my satisfaction. I'd located four in the ceiling, in a 6ft square, and two in the side walls. If Matt really took to the bondage thing I'd got some great ideas and I wanted to be ready to implement them. It was almost four by the time I'd finished, and as I was washing in the kitchen Joe poked his head around the door. "I'm off Dave, see you tomorrow as per. Matt is going to stay until quarter to five; and he asked me to see if you'd do him a last cuppa?" "Sure Joe, no problem, see you tomorrow." I made Matt's tea and carried it upstairs. I was nervous, but my cock had a mind of its own and was half hard. We had a long conversation; well Matt did most of the talking, rapidly, as if he'd rehearsed it, and with a red face. Basically Matt told me that after what had happened he realised he was probably bi-sexual. He loved what I did to his body even my fingers up his bum, however, he was sorry, but he had no desire to touch me sexually. He was still hoping to find a girl who'd do it to him, but in the meantime he was happy to enjoy whatever I could teach him. The sex on the videos turned him on, he continued, but then they were younger guys. I was disappointed by his remarks about me, but I decided to be philosophical about it, at least he was my virgin. He wanted me to "work on my body", as he put it, again. Then he shocked me by blushing even redder and saying he was prepared to come back Friday night and let me use his body until Sunday morning. I almost fainted at the prospect and readily agreed. He also told me that he was going to try and not cum until Friday as he wanted to try and build his sperm up for me! Matt got back to work and I went back downstairs, I was at a loss for words, Matt's announcement left me feeling like I'd won the lottery. He came downstairs about half an hour later and I followed him into the garage to lock up after he'd left. "What have you been doing down here?" he asked, "We could hear you from upstairs." I showed him the bolts in the ceiling and walls. Matt's eyes widened and gleamed, and he subconsciously groped himself. "Are you going to tie me up from the ceiling?" he asked in a husky voice. "That was my intention Matt, but the garage isn't as soundproof as my bedroom, so I'd probably have to gag you. You do moan and groan a lot, so that would mean no control word." He considered what I'd said for a couple of minutes, and then he flashed me a silly grin. "I think that sounds great! You'd be in total control, what I really want. And it doesn't matter about a control word; I know I can trust you not to go too far." After Matt had gone I made myself dinner in a daze. I resolved to try and not cum until Friday too, I wanted to cum as many times as I could while Matt was under my control as well. I went down my club for a few drinks, Joe was there with his son, Carl and we had a drink together at the bar, Carl was drinking coke of course, he's only 15. They were both in denims and T-shirts and looked more like brothers. Carl is an inch shy of his Dad's 5ft 11 and has a similar, but thinner, build. I know that they workout together at the gym. I bought a round of drinks and we went to sit down, Carl sat last and chose to sit next to me instead of his Dad; I was a real rose between two thorns. Carl' s leg kept brushing against mine and I fought hard not to respond or get hard, I couldn't believe he was doing it intentionally. If he was it was my week for surprises! Carl's a cheeky little bugger, not disrespectful, just full of life; he called Joe by his name not Dad. He cracked a couple of risqué jokes and Joe didn' t seem to mind. At ten o'clock Joe told Carl to drink up, it was time to go, work and school in the morning. Joe went to the loo and Carl stood as he finished his drink. "You seem to get on really well with your Dad Carl." "We get on really well Dave, you'd be surprised." He sort of leered and winked then went after his Dad. Did that mean he was having sex with Joe I wondered? I'd have to pursue that at a later date I decided, I'd got enough on my plate with Matt. I left at closing time and surprisingly slept well. Wednesday morning Joe and Matt arrived at the same time, Joe in his usual jeans and a T-shirt, Matt in baggy shorts and T-shirt, which he promptly pulled over his head and draped it over his saddle. After they started work I went to Comet and bought a portable T.V. and VCR combined; Matt seemed to be turned on by young guys having sex so I was going to set the machine up in the garage. When I got home I made lunch and tea for the workers. After a cigarette I
stripped down to a pair of baggy shorts and went to sit in the garden for an
hour or so. Joe and Matt came into the garden and took the tarp off the rest of the fittings, the shower equipment. Matt smiled at me and winked. Joe handed him a piece of equipment. "What's this for Joe?" he asked turning it over in his hands. "It's a douche head and rod for the shower." "But what does it do?" Matt looked perplexed. "You clean your insides out with it." Joe grinned as Matt caught on and went scarlet. I'd noticed that Joe had intimated it was for cleaning guys out, not it's more obvious normal use. Matt looked at me as he went to take the stuff upstairs; he glanced round to check Joe wasn't looking and pointed at himself. "For me?" he mouthed, looking quizzically at me. I smiled and nodded, Matt stared, half smiled, and then hurried upstairs. Later on I went into the garage and placed a table in front of the hooks. I put the TV/video on it and plugged and tuned it in. Back in my bedroom I sorted out a dozen or so videos of young guys having sex. I made sure there was a lot of cum eating and dildo play in them. I sorted through my collection of sex toys that I'd amassed over the years, and chose several; I put them all in a bag along with lots of lube and took them into the garage. I hadn't realised the time, as I came back into the kitchen Joe and Matt came downstairs. "We're off now Dave, see you down the club tonight?" asked Joe. "Yeah, sure." Joe left via the conservatory and Matt waited by the door to the garage. "How's the celibacy going?" I asked as I led him into the garage. "It's really difficult Dave; I've got a permanent erection." "You can't tell in those shorts." I said looking at his groin. "Well, not while I'm wearing these as well." Matt pulled his shorts down a few inches, he was wearing a tight pair of Speedos underneath, and then he eased their waistband down to show another pair under the first pair. I laughed. "There's something else Dave." "What?" I asked. Joe's started asking leading questions about how I am with you. And he makes the occasional sort of sexual advance, but laughs it off as a joke. What should I do?" "I'd play dumb where you and I are concerned, I don't suppose he knows anything, he's just fishing. And I'd treat the other stuff as a joke too, just like Joe does." "I think you're right; I'll see you in the morning. Good night." "Night Matt, and remember, no wanking!" Matt blushed, grinned, stuffed his T-shirt in a pocket and went out the door. END OF PART 5. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com) Love Paul. p.s. My email will be closed until Tuesday 13th September. Copyright