Seduction of Terry

"Seduction of Terry"

by decal decal02@hotmail.com

Part 1

I've been remembering that first time we met. You know, when my consulting firm sent me along with a team of engineers to work that jet engine problem you discovered. To keep costs down and to show us Yanks your warm Brit hospitality we all got assigned to a host family for our stay. And I got you. Those first few days I was all eyes, never having been to another country before. You and your family were so welcoming that I settled in like I was in my own home. Remember how I kept talking about missing my girl back home? While I did miss her, I was also really glad I was staying with you. Why? Because I found you to be a really hot-looking man. You see, I have fooled around with guys off-and-on since I was a kid. I guess you'd call me slightly bi. And getting into a straight guy's pants has always held a special attraction for me.

So, Terry, I was feeling pretty frustrated ... and excited at the same time ... those first few days staying with you, especially after that evening when we changed clothes together before going out to jog. When I saw that you were uncut, I just about threw an erection on the spot. I still wonder if you caught the shakiness in my voice as I frantically tried to get my running shorts on before my pecker gave me away. Now if I'd known then what you told me later ... that you were curious about what was between my legs, too ... I'm sure I would have lost it and jumped you on the spot. But that's not how it worked out, was it? While you were curious about guys, you saw yourself as very straight. You were going to need some serious, very serious seducing.

I think it was the third night when I got up to piss and on the way back from the bathroom found a dim light coming from the slightly open door of your den. In my groggy state, I remember thinking that I hadn't noticed it when I'd passed the door moments before. I moved up to the doorway very slowly and peeked in. The one inch opening gave me a direct view of your desk. The light was coming from your computer screen and there you were sitting in your chair. Naked. My grogginess vanished immediately and my eyes went wide. You were staring intently at some document on the screen. 'God, he works late,' I remember thinking. But then you leaned back ... your fist was wrapped around a massive erection and you were slowly masturbating it. I somehow managed to keep my surprise silently contained, except for a dick that began to respond appropriately by bulging the piss-damp pouch of my white Jockeys. You reached over and clicked the mouse to move the text down. As you sett! led back to resume pulling on your cock, I realized that you were reading some dirty story. 'Well, even if I can't get into his pants,' I thought, 'I'll still get to see him jack off.' As I watched you intently, my left hand pushed down the front of my briefs and my right started silently stroking my own rock-hard dick. I was particularly fascinated by your foreskin as it co vered then revealed the large, slick head of your manhood.

After you'd clicked down through a few more screens of text, you settled into the one particular passage. 'Must be the fucking part,' I thought. I figured that your mind was now full of images of some dude's over-sized cock plunging into this big-breasted chick's tight, hot pussy. That only got me hotter ... but I didn't dare start seriously jacking off because I knew that my "hand-working-cock" would make enough of a sound to alert you to my presence. Then you began to softly moan ... I could tell you really wanted to scream ... then you erupted, sending streams of cum rocketing out over your naked chest and stomach. I left you lying back there in your chair, breathing heavily, totally drained by your late-night lust.

I retreated to my room and collapsed onto my bed. I pushed down my Jockeys and began to give my dick the serious stroking it now deserved. When I heard you go into the bathroom, I stopped my hand and listened. I realized that I'd forgotten to close my door. To get back to your bedroom you'd be walking right by. Then I flashed on your den door. It wasn't open when I'd gone to piss. You'd opened it while I was taking my leak so ... so I'd ... I'd catch you masturbating. I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. It was totally dark and totally silent. What were you doing? Standing silently in the hall waiting? wondering? trying to decide what to do? My fist was still around my raging meat. In fact, it was throbbing under my grasp. I shut my eyes and just started to stroke. I imagined you creeping down the hall to my open doorway and looking in, trying to make me out in the darkness between us. My strokes became quicker, more urgent. I imagined your c! ock was fully erect once more and you were pulling on it. A moan escaped my throat as my orgasm hit and I bucked up and down on the bed, my cum shooting out all over my belly. I collapsed in exhaustion and then I heard the door to your bedroom close. After I cleaned myself up with my briefs, I got out of bed and went to close the door. My bare feet felt something wet. I knelt down and found the remains of your load on the carpet. I got my cum-soaked briefs and wiped up your cream. 'These will be briefs I will never wash,' I thought as I returned to bed. Sleep came quickly.

After that, Terry, I found that I trouble keeping my eyes off you when we were together. I couldn't believe it when you later told me that you didn't notice. 'Sure,' I retorted, 'you were too busy trying to keep your eyes off me.' But we fast forward too far in the story.

The next few days you seemed uncomfortable around me, a little distant. Not enough for anyone but me to notice. Hetero guilt trip hitting you big time, I figured. I'd experienced it myself so I wasn't very surprised. Regardless, the next two nights were very frustrating for me because you didn't do your computer jack off again. I didn't get very much sleep either waiting for you sneak out of your bedroom and down to your den.

But then your family took off for a visit to relatives and we found ourselves with the house to ourselves. The seduction of Terry was about to move into high gear.

Part 2

Well, Terry, I was still going crazy inside over that night when I watched you masturbating in front of your computer. And frustrated at nothing happening since. So there we were, doing our breakfast dishes, you washing ... me drying. I was hungrily checking out your tight jeans. Well, I sort of lost it for a moment. I stepped back and snapped your ass with the wet towel. Probably the best snap I've ever done ... at least it was the loudest! Even through the denim it had to have stung. Well, you howled and spun around to my broadly grinning face. You reached out to grab me but I avoided your reach and raced from the kitchen ... with you in hot pursuit. I lost my balance as I maneuvered between furniture in the living room and fell to the floor. You were on top of me in a second. I was overcome with a fit of laughter, and I tried to wrestle you off me. You were bellowing in what was now clearly mock rage as you tried to subdue me. But I was determined to keep strug! glin g ... and at a minimum keep this physical contact going as long as I could.

By this time I was sporting a rock-hard bulge in my khaki pants. I managed to get my arm between your legs and discovered that you were now hard, too. This is it, I thought, we're finally going to do it. I kept hoping that you would grope me first. At the same time I was trying to get up the nerve to grab a handful of your manhood. At one point I broke loose of your hold and started to scramble away. But you got me by the waist of my pants, pulled me back, flipped me over onto my back and jumped on top of me. For the first time our crotches ... and our hard-ons ... were pressed together ... god, you were huge! You pinned my arms down to the floor in triumph and demanded that I apologize. I refused and thrust my ass up off the floor trying to throw you off. That, of course, had me rubbing my cock mound against yours. To my delight you pushed back and for a few moments we dueled with our dicks. Well, that took me right over the edge and I erupted, unloading into my br! iefs. The expression on my face told you exacting what was going on and I watched your face fill with something like anxiety. You released me and rolled off and were quickly on your feet standing above me. I watched you quickly check out my crotch.

"Let that be a lesson to you," you barked out through a forced grin. With a laugh I tried to grab your legs ... hoping to keep this going ... but you scrambled away with your own laugh and suggested that we go for a jog. Then you quickly retreated to your bedroom to change. I sat up and discovered a large, very large wet spot on my pants ... yes, it was a massive load! I wondered if that excited you. By the time I headed down the hall to my room, you were already in your running shorts and were heading to the bathroom. As you closed the door, I made a quick look into your bedroom. There on the floor were your jeans and buried in them, your white briefs. I went in the grabbed the briefs. Just as I hoped, I found the pouch soaked with your own orgasm! So you had shot off, too, I thought excitedly ... while we were wrestling? ... or here in the bedroom afterwards? I heard the toilet flush and quickly raced into my room, your shorts still in my hand.

Our jog in the nearby park was uneventful, however, you seemed very distracted and lost in thought ... so much so that I thought you might be upset at me. But then after our run, as we were doing some warm down stretches, you gave me a push and I landed on the grass with you on top of me. We wrestled just a few moments but we both were laughing and you were clearly enjoying yourself. That night I did an extended jack off wearing your cum stained briefs ... god, that was exciting, thinking that my genitals were contained by the same pouch of cotton that yours were that morning. I kept my door fully open, hoping you'd come out of your bedroom and "discover" me, but you didn't. But somehow I knew that you were nearby manhandling your own meat ... I just knew it ... and hopefully your fantasies were of me.

The next morning I lay awake in bed wondering how I could push things further with you. It was clear to me by now that you just needed nudging. I kind of wished that I had just gone into your bedroom during the night. I was pretty sure you wouldn't have kicked me out ... but then?

Groggily I finally got up to head to the bathroom. I found you just coming out having just taken a shower. A large blue towel was wrapped around your waist. I caught your eyes quickly check out my heavily stained briefs ... did you recognize them as your own? ... and the morning hard-on that tented them.

"Morning, Dan," you said as we passed each other.

"Morning," I responded. Then without thinking, I spun around and grabbed the blue towel, stripping you naked. I didn't even wait for your reaction. I just ran, the towel, still in my hand, trailing behind me.

"Wait'll I get my hands on you!" I hear you yell behind me.

I'm through the kitchen, finally dropping the towel, and out the back door before I really know what I'm doing. I come to a halt midway in the yard and turn. You appear at the open door, the blue towel held over your privates. I wonder if you're hard. I know that I am. My erection is pointing right at you, tenting my ... or should I say your ... briefs. I look at your face, wondering what you're going to do ... hoping that you're about to toss all caution to the winds and chase me down onto the grass. But then your mouth slowly turns into a naughty, wicked grin. You quickly shut the door ... I hear something click. Oh, shit! I rush to the door and try to open it. Damn, it is locked.

"Ahhh, Terry ... don't do this."

I look around, suddenly feeling very foolish and very exposed. I am sure that all your neighbors are watching me.

"Hey, it was only a joke. Don't you think it was funny? Now, the joke's over ... let me back in. OK? Please ....."

There is total silence from inside. I'm also feeling frantic ... and not just from the embarrassment of being caught outside in my underpants ... and not just from the embarrassment of bulging those underpants with a piss hard-on. Yeah, that's right, a PISS hard-on. Remember? ... I was heading to the john when I succumbed to this crazy urge to yank off your towel. Anyway, now that the excitement of the chase is over, my bladder is making its demands very much known to me. I check out the two windows facing onto the back yard. Damn it again ... both locked. I grab my dick and squeeze its hardness tightly, somehow hoping that will help keep me from exploding. Then you appear. You casually walk into the kitchen, now dressed in white sweatpants and a T-shirt. You don't even glance my way. Instead, your back to me, you busy yourself with fixing coffee. I start tapping on the window.

"Terry, please let me in," I beg. "You've got to ... I gotta take a leak. Really, really bad. Please."

You finally turn and look at me, but all you do is give me that grin again. I notice that your sweatpants are tight around the crotch. The outline of your cock and balls are clearly visible. You ARE hard! And it's clear that you are getting off on my predicament. Now excitement rushes through me, mixing with the intense pain coming from my bladder.

"I'm sorry ... OK? I've said it. I'm sorry. Now that's twice. Please open up. I can't hold it much longer."

I start jumping up and down in front of the window, somehow trying to keep the blast of urine from starting. I decide to change my tactics.

"OK, Terry, this is your last chance."

You glance my way, a puzzled look on your face. You clearly think you've got me over a barrel.

"Either let me in right this minute or I'll go out front and piss on your Landcruiser."

Well, that breaks you up. At the thought of actually doing it, I start to laugh, too. You finally move to the door. Grabbing my genitals with both hands I rush to the door.

"Yeah, pal, open it up ... real quick now ... PLEASE HURRY!"

"Tell me you're sorry again," you call out from behind the door.

"Shit!!!"

"What was that, Dan?"

"Sorry ... sorry ... sorry ... I'm so sorry," I scream out in terrible agony.

I hear the door unlock. I grab the knob, turn it and push the door open. You've stepped back and as I try to rush past you, you grab me.

"Terry, what fuck ...," I yell.

As I struggle to break free, you throw me to the kitchen floor. You're laughing, thoroughly enjoying yourself at my painful expense. Fast as lightning, you're on top of me holding down my arms.

"You gotta go, do you? Well, you're just going to have to wait a little longer."

"Asshole!!!" I scream.

Your butt is pressing down on my crotch, my erection firmly planted in the crack of your ass. Your weight on my bladder is more than I can handle. I suddenly lose all control ... and the torrent begins to flow. You see it first in my face ... that look of beatific relief.

"God, no ..."

By then, my hot urine is soaking everything between us. I look up at your shocked face and now I smile my own naughty, wicked smile.

Part 3

"What a fuckin mess!" you say.

"Hey, YOU held me down, asshole." I'm still grinning and trying to get a read on your reaction to all this. 'So far, so good,' I decide.

"I didn't know you needed to go THAT bad."

All this is going on while you're still sitting on top of me holding my arms against the linoleum floor. I feel my hard-on pressing against your ass, and as you lean down over me, I can also feel the distinct hardness of your cock against my bare stomach. Alleluia!

"Well, are you going to let me up?" I ask.

You don't answer. Instead you move your face down and plant your lips on mine. I open my lips and let your tongue probe deeply into my mouth. You kiss me hungrily almost savagely. I kiss back with the same intensity. You release my arms and I wrap them around you. Minutes go by. We hardly come up for air as we duel with our tongues, teeth and lips. We aggressively grind our piss-soaked crotches against each other, dueling with our hard manhoods, too. I roll you onto your back and go for your right nipple with first my lips, then my teeth. You howl in pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again.

"God, Dan ... god, Dan ... ah, shit, that feels good," you moan.

I go for your left tit. The phone rings. You try to rise.

"Let it go ... please," I beg.

"Can't," you say. I hear the frustration in your voice. I roll off you, and you jump up and grab the wall phone. "Hi, honey," you say a bit breathless.

I stand up and lean against the kitchen counter, slowly stroking my erection through my (your) briefs. As I idly listen to your voice making small talk with your wife, you are glancing my way and shrugging your shoulders. As I watch the bulge in your sweatpants begin to shrink, I think 'No way am I going to let you get away.'

I strip off my briefs. Your eyes grow wide. Without realizing it, you lick your lips. I walk towards you, pulling and stroking my 7 inches. You're watching me intently. With satisfaction I watch your cock begin to once again prominently tent your sweats. You motion me away and mouth to me to be quiet. But instead, I drop to my knees right in front of you. I go for the waist of your sweats to pull them down. You grab the waist with your free hand, too, to stop me. I give your hand a nip with my teeth and surprised you pull back immediately. Before you can react further I have your sweats down to your ankles. I lift each foot and pull the pants free and toss them toward the spot where my briefs lay.

Now I am looking straight at your beautiful, uncut cock. I begin to handle your erection and your balls with both hands. You give a half-hearted try to push me away. But you finally let me have my way ... as you continue talking with the Mrs. As I stroke the length of your pole, I'm fascinated by your foreskin as it covers then reveals the head of your cock. Your slit is large, and that's where my tongue goes first. I hear and feel a slight moan go through you as I probe your slit and explore your cockhead under and around your foreskin. My dick is demanding attention, but I restrain myself, keeping all my focus on what I've wanted for so many days.

Then in one smooth movement I take you into my mouth and down my throat. I hear you loudly gasp. I hear you mumble into the phone some kind of explanation for your outburst. I think: 'God, Terry, hang up the friggin phone.' I begin to give serious attention to the massive, hard flesh that fills my mouth. You also let yourself go, and balancing yourself with you free hand against the wall, begin to slowly fuck my face. I wonder how the hell you're managing all this, but I don't dwell on this too long. You cock is larger and longer than I can handle comfortably but do I care? Hell, no!

FINALLY, I hear above me your saying good-bye. You hang up the phone.

"God, you're one horny bastard," you say with a laugh. "Well, you've wanted it ... now you're going to get it."

With that you grab my head with both of your hands and begin to fuck my face. Like your earlier kissing, you fuck me aggressively, battering my mouth. I have trouble keeping my teeth out of the way, but you don't seem to care. I struggle to keep from gagging as your cock rams deep down my throat. But all I care about now is that I've finally got your jet-jockey manhood filling my mouth. I grip your ass cheeks and dig my fingers into the hard muscle.

A few minutes later, you begin to cry out that you're cumming. And after thrusting yourself deep into me, you unleash your load. Hot, wonderful, bitter cream floods my mouth and escapes my lips.

Once you recover somewhat (you're leaning against the wall with your shoulder now, breathing heavily), I rise up in front of you, wrap my arms around your now passion-weakened body and kiss you deeply, emptying into your mouth the cream I managed not to swallow, allowing it mix in both our mouths. I wonder if you've ever tasted your own jism ... it excites me to think that you're tasting it for the first time from my mouth.

"Come on, buddy," I tell you. "There's more that I want."

"What do you mean?"

"Hey, look, I'm doing the seducing here," I reply with a grin and lead you toward the guest bedroom.

Part 4

As we pass the bathroom, you ask whether we shouldn't take a shower first. "You know ... the piss and all," you remark. 'Great idea,' I think and without a word I make an abrupt turn and pull you into the bathroom. I notice that you're already hard again as you lean into the shower stall and start the water. As you climb under the spray of water, I slip into the stall behind you. You give a little jump when you feel me behind you. I realize that you weren't expecting company. You turn your head, wiping the water from your eyes.

"Oh, you startled me."

"I'm going to do more than that before we're done," I reply. I can see in your eyes that you're getting a bit anxious. That only excites me more because I'm now certain that you've never had a guy's dick up your ass. I'm also certain that you want it ... you're just nervous. I remember the first time a guy fooled around with my hole. That architecture professor when I was in college. I resisted him those first few times we were together. But he wanted me badly and after awhile convinced me to let him show me how good a man can make a guy feel. At first I let him finger-fuck me as he blew me. Then I was letting him massage my asshole while we watched porn videos until I shot off without even touching my erection. I'd never felt anything like that before! When I finally let him replace his greased-up fingers with his dick, I was both scared and excited. It hurt like hell at first but he was gentle and patient ... I was clearly not the first virgin ass he'd seduced ..! . an d when he began ramming his weapon into to me fast and hard, I just went with it, totally lost in both pain and pleasure he was giving me.

I begin soaping your back. You moan with pleasure as a squeeze and rub your shoulders.

"You've got strong hands, Dan. That feels great."

I reach around you and soap your chest and stomach. I'm pressed up behind you, my erection planted in the crack of your ass. I feel you flex your muscular ass around my meat. 'Yeah, you want DO want it, don't you?' I think. My soapy hands reach your groin and once again I get to handle that uncut prize of yours. You've now braced yourself against the shower wall with both hands. You're giving yourself totally now. As I play with your foreskin with one hand and your heavy balls with the other, I begin slow fucking motions between your legs. You spread your legs slightly giving me better access to that private place. God, I want you bad!

I back away from you and begin paying close attention to your lower back. Soon my hands spread soap down and around your ass cheeks. You flex and your buttocks turn rock hard under my touch. You relax and I allow my hand to ease down the crack. My finger finds the spot. It begins to probe and push. You grunt.

"Relax, buddy ... just relax," I tell you, trying to be soothing.

But it takes you a couple of minutes. When I press, you tense ... but then ease up. Each time you ease up just a bit more. Finally the tip of my index finger enters you. You gasp.

"That's it, Terry," I whisper.

"It hurts like hell."

"Yeah, I know. More you relax, the easier it'll be."

More of my finger slides into you until it is totally buried. I feel your sphincter tighten then relax around me. I reach around inside you and find your prostrate. I just start gently stroking its rough surface.

"Dan ... Dan ... that feels great!" you exclaim a minute or so later.

I begin the slowly fuck you with my finger, making sure to rub up against your prostrate each time. You are now moaning loudly in pleasure. I feel you relax even more and loosen up. I add a second finger. You tense at first but then ease up.

"You're really getting the hang of this, pal," I whisper as I insert yet another finger into you. For the next several minutes I slowly ease the three fingers in and out of your hole. You drop an arm down and begin to masturbate, keeping rhythm with my fucking. When I sense you are getting close to another orgasm, I remove my fingers and pull your hand away from your throbbing dick.

"Not yet ... not yet. I want you on your back."

Yeah, on your back. So that I can look into your face as I deliver my seven inches for your first violation. So that I can watch your eyes go from that initial tearing pain to bowel-deep pleasure.

"Come on," I order.

You shut the quickly cooling water off and follow me out of the shower stall. We don't stop to dry off, leaving wet footprints on the carpet on the way to the guest bedroom. You drop onto the unmade bed.

"On my back, huh?" you say with a wide smile.

"That's right, buddy," I reply as I grad a bottle of lotion from my suitcase.

I stand over you for a few moments spreading a thick coating of lotion on my cut seven. You intently stare at my cock.

"It's fucking huge, Dan."

That nervousness is returning. I know I need to move quickly now or you might decide this isn't such a good idea.

"Don't you worry about a thing, Terry. I know you're going to take it just fine and love every minute."

I climb between your legs.

"Raise 'em up."

Your long, hairy legs rise and rest against my shoulders. As I move up against you, my cock slips into your crack. I let the length of my meat explore up and down a few times. . I notice that your dick is no longer hard. You're really anxious, aren't you? I wonder if you're one of those guys who throws a massive, leaking erection when he's fucked. Then I take my rod in my hand and point the wide, soft head against your virgin opening. You're still somewhat relaxed from the fucking my fingers gave you. The head of my cock slips past your sphincter. I'm staring into your eyes ... you're staring back. I can see that initial shock of pain, but you let out only a slight groan.

"That's it ... that's it," I exclaim.

Slowly the entire length of my dick enters your ass until my hips are pressing against your muscular buttocks. Your whole face is contorted in pain now. I rest inside you now, letting you get used to the thickness of my manhood. I watch your face begin to relax. At the same time I feel a slight loosening of your sphincter's hold on my erection.

"God ... Dan ... I've ... never ... felt ... anything ... like ... it," you hoarsely whisper.

I slowly, very slowly ease myself out until just the head of my cock is still buried inside you. Your whole body reacts to my pulling out by relaxing. But then I slowly push myself back in. You respond with a long, heavy moan. Over and over I do this. Each time I feel less resistance from you. Your hand is now wrapped around your growing hard-on. That's the signal I was hoping for. I begin to pick up my pace. Soon I'm plowing your ass hard and fast.

"Oh, God ... oh, God ... oh, God," you cry out as you fling your head back and forth on the bed. Your eyes are wide open. I can see that you're totally lost in the sensations coursing through your body from the pounding I'm giving your ass.

I try like hell to make it last. I can't believe how good you feel wrapped around my pole. But finally I hit that point of no return. I plunge down into you as deep as I can. My whole body begins to convulse as I flood your gut with my hot cream. You feel the heat deep inside you. Your fist is moving quickly now over your cock. I feel your ass muscles close tightly around my dick. I manage to start fucking you again with my spent but still rock hard rod. Then you are shooting streams of cum all over your chest and stomach.

I suspect that you've never, never had an orgasm like this one.

Part 5

"God, Dan, that was fantastic ...," you manage to whisper before dropping off into a very deep sleep. I collapse down onto the bed beside you, still trying to catch my breath. You may have had a virgin ass a little while ago, but you took my cock like a bloody pro. I guess you wanted it bad ... real bad. I doze off for a little while myself. When I awaken, you are still dead to the world, lying on your stomach. I lightly stroke your muscular ass-cheeks and am tempted to slip my fingers down your crack. But I decide not to disturb your sleep ... you'll lift those strong legs of yours again soon, I'm sure.

I get up quietly and go to the bathroom to take a leak. As I shake the last drops of piss out, my prick begins to harden in my hand. After all the anticipation of getting into your pants, I know that it's going to take more than sucking you off and plugging your ass to calm my horniness. God, I love being in heat! I flush the john and step out of the bathroom, lightly stroking my cock. It's almost fully erect now. I wander into your bedroom, hoping to find another prize ... like that pair of cum-filled briefs of yours (was that only yesterday?). Your running shorts are on the floor and nearby is your jockstrap. My dick leaps to full hardness at the sight.

I sit on the floor and grab the jock. Putting its pouch up against my face, I smell the remains of your sweat and urine. The smell is so ripe and strong that I'm sure you've not washed it in a long time. I then begin rubbing the elastic against my left nipple as I lazily stroke the length of my cut 7. It doesn't take many rubs before my tit rises up hard and super-sensitive. I turn my attention to the right one, which is already getting hard itself. Roughly I rub the jock pouch against the upright nub. From my chest right to my testicles the sensations run, churning up a good load of semen. It won't be long now before I release.

"Hey, mate," you call out from the guest bedroom, "where the fuck are you?"

I leap up, startled by the interruption. Hand still clenching your jock, I go into the hallway and stick my head around the doorway. You're still lying there showing that lovely ass of yours to the ceiling. You've raised your head and listening for my response. You smile when you see me.

"Just going to get cleaned up," I reply.

"Good idea. You do that."

You drop your head back down. I suspect you've immediately passed out once again. I decide to save my erection for later and take that shower I just mentioned. After toweling off, I'm standing there in front of the mirror combing my hair and glance over at your jock, lying where I dropped it on the toilet seat. On a whim, I grab it and pull it up my legs and over my hips. You and I are about the same size, so it fits and hugs my ass and genitals real nice. Predictably, I immediately start to go erect again. I stand for awhile checking myself out in the mirror, playing with the greatly extended pouch, forcing my dick to stay trapped. Pre-cum starts to ooze through the elastic. I'm trying to decide whether to pull my cock out to finish the job, when I hear you get off the bed. I quickly grab my towel and get it wrapped around my waist before you groggily step into the bathroom.

"My insides feel all stirred up," you tell me.

"Yeah, that's how it'll feel for awhile. You like?"

"I'm not sure yet. Damnest thing though ... (you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my chest and stomach) ... my ass feels like it wants to be plugged again."

Your prick is planted firmly against my towel-covered ass. I feel it hardening. I laugh. "That's how I felt my first time, too."

"You gonna let me return the favor, aren't you?"

"Guess it's ... only fair ...," I answer somewhat hesitantly.

You're quick to pick up on it. "Hey, what's the matter, mate?"

"I've ... only been ... fucked once ... and ... uh ... you're much bigger than he was."

You turn me around and look me squarely in the eyes. "So, what is it? ... You're going to make me seduce you? Hey, what's good for the Brit is certainly good for the Yank."

We both laugh, me a bit nervously, because I am nervous. Your uncut meat IS longer and thicker than that professor's was. And that was three or four years ago, so it's not like I'm used to getting my ass fucked. But I also have this edge of excitement at the prospect of feeling you inside me.

"But not now, mate," you tell me. "When you least expect it ..." Your voice trails off with a hint of menace. "But first ..."

You place your lips on mine. I part mine. That's all the signal you need. Hungrily you attack, deeply and passionately kissing me. Your hard cock pushes and rubs against mine, covered by both towel and jock. It is amazing me that the towel hasn't found its way to the floor yet. Then I take charge and aggressively explore your mouth with my tongue. After a few moments you abruptly pull away.

"Just wanted to see what it was like," you say.

"And ..."

"I like."

Your grin is almost boyish. With that you leave me standing there as you climb into the shower.

I retreat to to the guest bedroom and exchange the towel for a pair of jeans and a Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt. I'm nursing a Coke in the backyard when you join me a little while later.

"I got some errands to run," you tell me. "Want to come along?"

"Sure," I reply

For most of the afternoon we drove around in the Landcruiser from shop to market to bookstore, listening to a soccer match on the radio. At one point you casually ask: "You seen my jock-strap, mate?" you ask.

"Huh?"

"My jock, man. Couldn't find it after I showered?"

"Your jock? Well, I ... I ...," I stammer. My stomach gets all churned up. The anxiety of getting caught wearing your jock both upsets and excites me. I feel my dick stir.

"Didn't look too hard, though. Probably got kicked under the bed or something," you offer.

"Yeah ... maybe ...," I reply.

We are quiet for several minutes.

"You know, I caught some bloke trying to swipe it out of my school locker," you suddenly say.

"Huh?"

"My jock ... my jock, Dan. That was a long time ago. He was stuffing it into his book bag when I surprised him."

"What did you do?" I ask, suddenly unsure that I want to hear the answer.

"Beat the shit out of him," you reply nonchalantly.

"Oh ..."

"Course I don't feel good about hurting him now ... barbaric," you say.

"Yeah, barbaric," I agree a bit too eagerly.

"You taught me today what I should have done to him."

I quickly glance over a you. Your eyes are squarely on the road. Is that the beginning of a grin on your face?

"I did?"

"Sure. That kid probably would have loved it, don't you think?"

"Well, I don't ..."

"Hey, he had a fuckin bloody nose AND a fuckin hard-on when I was through with him. Surprised the hell out of me ... that hard-on. What do you think?"

"I'm not sure what ..."

"Anyway, I got my jock back. Nobody fucks with my jock."

I don't have time to react to that last statement or to notice you trying to suppress a massive grin, because at that moment, we pull into the next shop you need to visit. I notice that you need to rearrange your genitals in your pants before opening the door. You look at me and squeeze your semi-hard manhood through the stretched khakis.

"Guess talking about that bloke got me excited," you say and reach over and grope my crotch. You find me in the same condition. "You, too, huh?"

Without waiting for an answer you bound out of the Landcruiser. I rearrange myself as best I can and chase after you. 'Nobody fucks with my jock'? I'm feeling a bit more anxious now.

I catch up with you just as you enter a hardware store. It's not one of the modern superstores I'm used to in the States. Rather, it is old, kind of run-down and dimly lit. Even has very worn, wood-slat floors that squeak loudly with each step. The store is jammed from floor to ceiling with every imaginable nut, bolt, tool and god knows what else, most of which is covered in dust.

"Hey, Max," you call out to an old man, who is rearranging large metal containers of mostly rusty nails part way down one of the ailses.

"Terry!" Max calls back in obvious pleasure. "Where the hell you been? It's been weeks." Max slowly straightens up and moves towards us. I notice that he is much older than I first thought.

"Real busy. You know how it is," you reply. "Looks kind of slow."

"Only three so far today," Max responds. "Sent Marv home at noon."

"Hey, that's too bad. But, hey, meet my Yank buddy. Name's Dan. This is Max."

Max and I shake hands. There's nothing old or frail in the firm grip he gives me. He asks me where I live and gets excited when I mention the San Francisco area. Max visited San Francisco right after WWII, and I spend the next ten minutes answering his questions about how things have changed. Meanwhile you disappear among the aisles and return with an assortment of boxes and bags.

"Can I show Dan your cycle?" you ask as you lay your purchases down on the counter.

"Sure ... sure ...," Max responds. "I'll ring this stuff up. Take your time."

You take my arm and guide me quickly to the back of the store.

"Max has this mint condition, antique motorcycle from the 50's. Wait'll you see it."

You lead me through a swinging door into a room about as large as the main store. It is crammed with so much stuff (it looks like mostly junk to me but I refrain from saying it) that it is hard to see any way through it all. But you clearly know your way around and guide me to the far corner. It is lit only by a grime-encrusted window above our heads.

"Here it is," you say as you remove a large tarp that's protecting the motorcycle.

A white Triumph emerges, gleaming in the subdued light. I don't know much at all about motorcycles but am impressed by the beauty of this one. It is clearly a love of ol' Max's life. You are going on and on about the mechanics of the thing ... not much makes sense to me ... and I stoop down to examine the bike more closely. When I rise back up, you move up right behind me and wrap your arms around my chest and stomach.

"God, I don't think I can wait 'til I get you home," you say as you plant your crotch ... and a VERY hard bulge ... against my ass.

"Terry!" I respond in surprise. Your hands are roving. One finds my right nipple through my shirt and pinches it. The other goes right between my legs and begins to fondle me to yet another erection. "What about Max?"

"We'll hear him in plenty of time.

"Let's go home now. Real fast. OK?"

"Hey, mate, you worry too much."

You are grinding your hardness roughly against me. Giving in to your insistent lust, I reach back between us, find the bulge of your cock and start groping your manhood. I find your zipper and ease it down. I reach in and find your dick straining against the confines of your briefs. I finger the head and stroke the underside of your cock. Pre-cum quickly begins to leak through the soft cotton.

"You're fuckin hot, Terry," I whisper.

"Yeah, and it's all your fault."

You've gotten both your hands under my T-shirt and are giving serious attention to my nipples. The resulting sensations rush to my balls and leave me squirming and moaning under your touch. You begin licking at my left ear. I turn my head to give you easier access and you start fucking my ear with your tongue.

"Oh, god ... oh, god ... Terry ... that's fantastic ...."

I try to turn to face you but you hold me firmly in place.

"No, stay that way," you say.

Your hands move down my stomach to the top of my pants. I suck my belly in and you slip one hand down.

"Hey ... you're wearing ... a ... jock ...," you whisper. You sound surprised.

I tense up immediately. 'Oh, shit,' I think.

"Mate?"

"Huh?"

There is a long moment of silence. Your hand is firmly cupped around the bulging elastic pouch inside my pants. You're starting to fool around with my belt.

"Do you know ... where ... my ... jock-strap is?"

"I ... uh ..."

You've got my belt undone and are working on the waist button of my pants.

"It'll be easier on you if you just tell me the truth.

"I ... uh ... but ..."

"I'm going to find out in a moment anyway."

You've got my pants open and they drop down to my knees. You roughly manhandle my dick and balls through the now exposed jock. I wince a bit in pain as you squeeze one of my balls.

"Please ... Terry ... I ..."

Between us, my hand is still buried inside your open fly. My fist is gripping your massive erection through your pre-cum damp briefs. I feel your pole throb strongly several times.

"Are ... you ... wearing ... my ... jock?" you ask, firmly, slowly, deliberately, with a just a hint of menace. "I hope for your sake ... that you aren't."

A sudden panic erupts inside my chest.

"Don't beat me up, Terry! Please don't beat me up!" I blurt out.

"Mate ... mate ... calm down. You've confessed. Now doesn't that feel better."

I nod aggressively. I feel you reach between us. You begin to open your pants.

"What are you doing?" I ask. I feel your pants dropping down. I let go of your cock as you start pushing down your briefs.

"Remember now, you taught me a good punishment. Remember?"

You move me over slightly and make me lean with my hands against the wall below the window. 'Right here in the back of Max's hardware store???' My mind is rushing. 'Terry's going to fuck me right here and now???'

"That's a good one, Terry," I say with a laugh. "You really had me going there." I laugh again.

"But, Dan Boy, you ARE going to be punished. Don't you think that's right?"

Before I can answer you pull on the leg straps of the jock-strap and let them snap back.

"Ouch!" I cry out loudly, more in surprise than in pain. You laugh and do it again. Then again.

"Cut that out," I shout. You laugh and snap one more time.

You back away from me. All is quiet for a few moments. I look back. You've got a small tube of Vaseline and are spreading the petroleum jelly all over your erection.

"Where'd you get that?" I ask.

"Picked it up at our last stop," you answer as you move up behind me and start spreading some of the Vaseline down my ass crack. "Never know when you might need to fuck someone. Especially someone who wants it as badly as you do."

"Huh? Come again?"

You laugh deeply.

"If you don't, why are you just leaning there with your ass sticking out for me to plug? I don't fuckin have you tied up, do I?"

"You knew, didn't you?"

"Of course, I did, mate. Where would it be but wrapped around your hot crotch?"

"So, this is it, huh?"

"It sure as hell is," you answer with a broad smile, and I feel your greasy finger first probe and then enter my hole.

With the heavy layer of Vaseline you enter me easily and begin to reach around deep inside me. You find my prostate and begin to massage it with your finger tip. I moan low and long as you stroke that sensitive organ. After a few moments you start to slowly finger-fuck me, first with one then two fingers. It hurts a bit, but I'm too caught up in the pleasure to mind.

"You're good, Terry, very good," I whisper.

"Well, you taught me well, buddy," you answer.

"I want to feel your cock."

You don't need any further encouragement. I feel you place your erection down into my crack. You guide the head of your cock to my hole. I rise up on the balls of my feet to give you better access. You begin to push. God, it hurts like hell and I moan in pain.

"You OK, kid?" you ask as you ease up.

"Yeah, yeah, it's OK."

I like you calling me 'kid'. My oldest brother Mike calls me that. A sudden, quick and long-suppressed fantasy of wanting to get screwed by Mike flashes through my aroused and fevered brain. Just as quickly, I realize that you and Mike are about the same age, both married, both with kids. 'Wow!' I'm thinking as you push against my protesting hole again, pulling my attention back to the immediate present. I try to relax. This time your cockhead slowly eases into me.

"Stop there," I say through the pain. "Let me get used to it. God damn, Terry, you're huge!"

"Yeah, so I'm told," you reply as you stop pushing.

"Smart ass!" I gasp, trying to suppress a laugh that I instinctively know will make that hot poker of yours hurt worse.

After a little bit, I rock back and forth against your pole a few times, each time a little bit more of you eases into me. I feel my sphincter relax. You sense it, too, and push. All of you slips deep down inside of me. You give me a minute or so to adjust to the intrusion of your aroused manhood. Then you begin to slowly fuck me. I feel that strange combination of pain and pleasure that the architecture professor introduced me to. Only now it's your much thicker, longer cock that is invading me. The pain is more intense ... but so is the pleasure. I am aware of your dick rubbing against my prostrate as you fuck. That adds even more to my enjoyment. I can't believe how good you are making me feel.

You wrap one arm around my waist to hold me as you start to pick up the speed of your fuck. With your other hand you reach into the jock and pull out my hard dick and start to masturbate me.

"God, Dan, are you OK?" you manage to breathlessly get out.

"Yeah, yeah, it's great. Don't stop, please ... don't stop."

You are now fucking me hard ... and deep. Your crotch slaps loudly against my bare ass with each plunge. Suddenly you slam down into me and are motionless for a few moments.

"I'm ... cumming ... mate," you gasp.

I feel a tremendous heat building up deep inside my gut. You've stopped jerking me off. I reach down and push your hand aside and with several quick, short strokes reach my own orgasm, sending shot after shot of cum against the wall.

We do not move for awhile. The only sound is our breathing, gasping really, as we recover. I feel your teeth biting into my neck.

"God, Dan, you were so fuckin tight. I've never felt anything like it."

Then you ease yourself out of me ... slowly, very slowly. You turn me around and deeply kiss me. I kiss you back hungrily.

"I hope that was a good as you made me feel, mate," you say as you hold my head against your shoulder.

"Then you must have been in heaven," I answer. "That's certainly where I've been."

A few minutes later we are back out front, trying to act like nothing much had happened. I'm telling Max how wonderful his Triumph is. The old man beams in pride. Then you pay for your hardware, and we say goodbye. Max urges us to return real soon.

"Such nice young blokes," I hear him say to himself as I shut the door behind me. I smile to myself and follow you to the parked Landcruiser.