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. When I arrived at the club Joe and Carl were already there playing snooker with two other members, so I waved a greeting and stood at the corner of the bar with my drink. When he wasn't working I chatted with Chris the barman. He' s 19, but looks about 15; he's 5 ft 6 with a slim, delicate, almost feminine build. His hair is brown, short, with a few blonde streaks; he uses gel to make it spiky. He plays football for the club 5-a-side team, and whenever he bent over to get a bottle from a low shelf I couldn't help but notice how tight and firm his bum looked, even if it was small. Chris doesn't seem to shave yet and he has a permanent blush. He's always friendly with everyone, but he seems extra friendly with me. Before I knew it, it was ten o'clock, someone came up behind me and playfully patted my bum, and as I turned around there was Carl grinning at me. "We're going to have to go now Dave, sorry we didn't get chance to have a drink with you, but that was a return challenge match for the club doubles competition. It's a pity `cause Dad and I both like chatting to you, you're such
a nice guy." "Thanks for the compliment Carl. Did you win your match?" "Nah, we lost 3-2, but they are the reigning champions, so it was a good result I suppose. Dad's gone to the loo before we go; he said to tell you he'll see you tomorrow. He won't be there until nine-ish however; he has to pick a special valve, or something, up." "Oh, right, but Matt will be there on time?" "Yeah, big-boy Matt will be there on time." Carl grinned and his eyes sparkled as he replied. "Dad's phoned him to let him know." "That's great," I said not picking up on his allusion to Matt, "I'm sorry we didn't get together either Carl; I like you and your Dads' company too. See you again soon though I hope?" Carl just nodded, and then he smiled, winked and left the club. I'd noticed his hand in his pocket all the time we were talking, and I'm sure he was groping himself. What on earth was I going to do if he came onto me any stronger? I had a couple more drinks then wished everyone good night and went home. Before retiring I took a standing mirror from the spare bedroom down to the garage, I placed it below the TV/VCR, angling it so that Matt would be able to see himself. I set up a couple of garden chairs and a table on which I placed the videos, toys and lube. Then I went and got some towels, and as an afterthought a pair of scissors, a couple of disposable razors and a can of shaving foam. I covered them all with a tablecloth. I wrote a note to myself to remind me to get some spare batteries; I didn't want to run out over the cumming
week end! Thursday morning I woke early and I was washed and fed by eight-twenty. It was another warm day so I was in shorts and T-shirt as usual, my cock was half hard in anticipation of seeing Matt I suppose. Matt arrived a few minutes later, and I unlocked the garage to let him in, he was in baggy shorts and T-shirt too. He was red-faced and very sweaty, he smelt great. "Hi Matt, are you all right, you look flushed?" "Hi Dave, I'm fine, but I don't think I can last out till Friday. This no cumming is killing me. If I don't cum soon I think my balls will explode!" "Well, I suppose one wank won't hurt if you go upstairs and do it now, you' ve got a day and a half to build your spunk back up." "But I don't want to wank myself off if you're available," Matt sounded exasperated, "I want you to get me off! You know, tied up or something." "What do you want me to do?" I shrugged. "You know I can't tie you up, Joe' s due in half an hour. Hang on though; do you think the fear of Joe catching me sucking you off might be a turn on for you?" Matt's eyes gleamed and he grinned his silly grin. "Oh, fuck, yes! That's a brilliant idea." And without further ado he pulled his T-shirt off and pushed his shorts and Speedos down to the ground. His thick cock was stiff and standing straight up, pointing at his chin; it twitched as I admired it. His foreskin was rolled halfway down his torpedo shaped knob, which already glistened with pre-cum. I sank to my knees and grasped his shaft easing his foreskin fully back. With my other hand I took hold of his loose ball sack and gentle massaged his heavy
balls. As I slowly lapped at his knob Matt groaned sexily, while I savoured his sweet precum. I teased his large cock slit with the tip of my tongue. "Oh fuck!" Matt moaned huskily, "Please don't tease me Dave, suck me off now. Please make me cum; my balls are bursting with spunk." I took his precum dripping knob and about an inch of shaft into my mouth and began to suck while I continued to tongue his throbbing cock. I played with his balls a little harder and I began to slowly move his silky skin back and forth along his rigid shaft. Matt moans grew louder and louder until I had to quickly lift off his delicious cock. I picked up a pair of his Speedos and handed them to him. "You're making to much noise Matt, the garage isn't soundproofed like my bedroom. You'd better stuff these in your mouth." Without protest he took them from me and stuffed them into his mouth as I went back to sucking his delicious, almost nine inch, meat. The Speedos muffled a lot of Matt's moans and groans, but when I felt his ball-bag tighten and his body stiffen while his back arched I clearly heard him shout. "OH YES! OH YES!" Then, with a forward thrust of his hips, his cock exploded in my mouth. I started swallowing immediately but he was shooting so much cum I almost gagged. I could feel some of his hot young cum trickling down my chin as it escaped from my mouth. Matt must have shot a dozen times before his body finally relaxed. I gave his shaft a last squeeze and his knob a last suck before I got to my feet. I don't suppose I'd sucked him for more than four or five minutes; he'd been so sexed up I was surprised he'd lasted that long. I looked down and saw that his cock was still hard. "Thanks Dave," he gasped, "that was great; hang on you've got some of my spunk on your chin. I'll just clean it off and then maybe you can do me again?"
I was shocked when he leant forwards and began to lick his spunk off my face, but before I could say anything we heard Joe's van pulling up. "Shit," Matt gasped, "Joe's early." As Matt struggled into his Speedos and shorts I grabbed a towel and wiped my face, spitting several of Matt's pubic hairs out of my mouth as I did so. Then I re-arranged my cock to try and hide my hard on before going to open the back gate. I wasn't too successful in hiding my hard on, so I tried to casually hold the towel strategically in front of my crotch. "Hi Joe, you're early, everything all right?" "Yeah Dave, I found the valve I needed in my stock, so I thought I'd come early and catch you and Matt at it." He looked serious, and then he burst out laughing. I actually blushed, but I managed to mutter. "Yeah, sure Joe, me and Matt? Chance'd be a fine thing." I quickly turned and led the way into the house. "I'll just finish washing then I'll make you both a cuppa, and then I'm going to Sainsbury's to get the weekend shopping. I'll bring you the tea up." I disappeared into the downstairs loo until I heard Joe going upstairs. When I took them their tea Matt's face was still red and he was shirtless, I guess he'd had trouble getting his stiffy back into his Speedos and shorts and hadn't had time to put his T-shirt back on. I went and did the shopping and remembered the extra batteries. I had lunch out, seeing Matt around the house and imagining the weekend was giving me a permanent hard-on and it was making my balls ache. I got home around three-thirty and made a pot of tea, as I was taking the mugs upstairs Joe shouted down the stairs. "Dave, can you come up, we've finished the plumbing and I'll show you how everything works." I went into the bathroom and handed them their mugs. The new walk-in shower is 90cm by 240cm, big enough for three people, let alone two. I've had a new suite and bidet installed too. While Joe was showing me how everything worked, when Matt thought Joe couldn't see, he'd stand right behind me and rub his stiff cock across my arse. He seemed to be getting very adventurous, it looked like being a very interesting weekend. "Right Dave you can use everything from about six o'clock, any questions?" "I don't think so Joe, and if anything comes up (the look on Matt's face was priceless when I said that) Matt can deal with it tomorrow." "Right, I've told Matt to do all the emulsioning by tomorrow afternoon; he should be able to manage that if he doesn't get distracted." Both Matt and I blushed at that, and I'm sure Joe noticed. "I'll bring some yacht varnish for the woodwork when I come on Sunday afternoon, is that O.K?" "Yes Joe, no problem." "OK, then, we'll be off now, Matt's going to help me load the van for the next job. See you Sunday." Matt gave me a big smile. "I'll see you tomorrow Dave, usual time." After they'd gone I remembered there was another thing I needed to do for tomorrow night, cut and file my fingernails. That done I had an early meal; after I'd eaten I washed up, and as it was gone six o'clock, I went up to try out the new shower. First I applied some hair removal cream on what little hair there was growing on my balls, pubes and arse crack. The shower was heaven, I wished we'd had it done years ago, I tried out the douche head which was on its own feed from the water valve, and it worked perfectly. Clean inside and out I went to the club. I had a crap night, Chris wasn't working and Joe and Carl didn't turn up. I was about to go home at ten twenty when in walked Matt, I was gob smacked. He came over and asked if I'd sign him in, he looked really serious. I did that, then went to the bar and got him the pint of lager shandy he'd asked for. I got myself a large vodka, I was sure he'd had second thoughts and had come to tell me the weekend was off. I carried them over to the table he'd chosen, well away from anyone else, another bad sign. He spoke as soon as I sat down. "I don't know how to say this Dave, but let me get everything off my chest before you say anything, OK?" "Sure Matt, whatever you say." I was sure he was going to cancel. He took a deep breath. "I lied to you about having sex with my girlfriend, I never fucked her, I tried, but I couldn't keep an erection. So she'd wank me, which worked for me, and I'd finger her. Then, like I said, when I told her that bondage might be the answer for me she blew her top and finished with me." Matt took another deep breath, obviously more was coming so I lit a cigarette and waited for him to continue. "When I was thirteen my Dad left Mom and me," there was a long pause, "to go and live with my uncle, her brother, ….. as lovers." Matt stopped talking and stared hard at me for a moment. "I see." I said, not knowing what else to say. "I don't think so Dave, you see I'd had doubts about my sexuality from eleven onwards, but when Dad did that there was no way I was going to become a queer. And now all this has happened, and I'm enjoying it so much I know I'm queer just like my Dad is." Matt stopped talking and dropped his head. No one could see, so I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm sorry for what you must have gone through Matt, but I'm sure your Dad loved your Mom at one time and I'm sure he still loves you." "Thanks Dave, I realise that, but that's not what's upsetting me." He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. "You've been so nice and kind and patient with me but I lied to you. And I still don't know if I can do anything back to you, it's still younger guys or lads that turn me on. You know, like in
the videos?" "You mean you're not cancelling the weekend?" "Christ no, I'm really looking forward to it, that's if you still want to go ahead after what I've just told you." I smiled at him. "Of course I want the weekend to go ahead as planned. I can
understand you not wanting to play with an old man like me, but as long as what we're doing together pleases you, it's certainly pleasing me. We'll carry on doing it and see what happens. Right?" Matt heaved a big sigh of relief and his body relaxed and his smile returned. "Do you want the good news now?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. "Sure Matt, what is it?" "About four years ago Mom, who's a Senior Nurse, had a stomach problem, she brought a douche shower head home from the hospital. To treat herself I suppose, I never asked her what it was for, but going home tonight it all came back to me after installing the one in your shower. As Mom's doing double shifts
at the moment I had the house to myself, so I went into her "medical" cupboard looking for it, and there it was hidden away on the bottom shelf. I looked up enema in one of her medical books and read what you have to do. After a bit of practice, and one near miss, I managed to give myself one. So now I can get myself really clean inside." He paused. "Nice and clean, ready for anything you want to do to me." Matt sat back, he was flushed, but there was a smile on his face and a lovely twinkle in his eyes. "Well," he asked, "what do you think of that?" "What can I say Matt? That's brilliant, saves me the job of giving you one. If you have one at home tomorrow night we can get straight down to work when you come back; unless you want to eat at my house and have an enema there?" "That would be great Dave, but I've got to go home first anyway, to feed our two cats, so I'll do it then." "By the way Matt," I asked as an afterthought, "has Joe played you up anymore?" Matt laughed. "Well, he made some crack this morning about me being stripped and ready for action. So I decided to play him at his own game and I asked him if he was interested in me, seeing as he kept on about queer sex. He got very flustered and didn't make any more remarks all day. Do you think I did right?" "I think so Matt, the balls firmly in his court now; anyway, are you interested in him?" "I don't know, he's quite sexy I suppose, but I think what you and I are doing together is enough for me at the moment, and remember I work for him. What is it they say? "Don't shit on your own doorstep?" I'm not going to do anything more at the moment than learn what you can teach me. I'm happy with that." "Thanks Matt, just remember I want to please you, not hurt you." "I know that, and I hope that we'll have a really good week end." "I'm sure we will, just as long as you trust me." "I trust you Dave, but please don't get carried away." "No problem Matt." It was gone closing time by now, so we said our goodnights and went our separate ways home. I kept going over what Matt had told me and I just knew it was going to be a truly memorable week end. END OF PART 6. Any comments or constructive criticism welcome at INSILVA92@aol.com (mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com) Love Paul. Copyright