The balance of the story.
A WEEKEND OF SEX
Chapter Four
I slept until eleven, waking to the sun beaming in through the window and across my bed: it was a beautiful day out there and I felt I had to make the most of it.
I had some half-formed plan to go out and just hit the toilets; despite what had happened to me I still felt rejected and I suppose I was still searching for validation, but once I was up and refreshed the only sensible thing to do seemed to be to hit the beach, so I packed a few edibles, plenty to drink, my personal CD player, 2 large towels and some suntan lotion and set off. I put on a pair of cut-off jeans and a vest and I put the top down on my little sports car and headed south. Once I reached the sea I followed the coast road looking for the nudist beach, a cove among the cliffs that had for many years been used by naturists because of its out-of-the-way position. It was not easy to spot but I finally saw a few cars parked and knew I was in the right area. I found a lay-by to park in and walked back until I found the path down through the rocks then I headed east to the far end where the gays would congregate in a second, smaller cove.
Protocol demands that you walk along the water line and do not look at the people sunbathing; I did this but still feasted my eyes on some of the guys in the water. Once in the second bay I spread a towel, covered myself in lotion and lay back to enjoy the sun's rays. I put a David Bowie CD on and lay back, I had forgotten to bring a book. After a while of dozing in the heat, having listened to Bowie, Aretha Franklin was keeping me company when I heard voices and laughter. I looked around and discovered three guys in their 50s-60s had pitched camp about 10-12 yards from me and were having a good time. Seeing my attention to their activities they called over a cheery "Hello" and a little later offered me a beer. They had a portable CD player so one of them asked if I had anything to listen to for them. They looked through my stuff and picked some dance hits compilation and were soon cavorting around like kids on the empty sands. I offered to share my food, but they had plenty of stuff with them so one suggested we just pool everything and have a picnic. They were not my type sexually but I was really enjoying their company. We ate, drank, laughed and listened to more music, it was a great couple of hours, but eventually they had to leave as one of them was working later.
Once they had left I had the cove to myself again and I put my earphones on, selected a smooth compilation and lay back. I must have fallen asleep because the music had stopped playing, but I was wakened by a loud voice saying "What have we here?". I opened my eyes and nearly died of fright, there was a skinhead standing astride my legs and another behind me looking down. I sat up with a start but the one at my feet said "Relax, we're only enjoying the view". I was sure I was going to be mugged and robbed. If they saw my car keys they might beat me if I didn't tell them where my car was.
The one who had spoken knelt down, trapping my legs under him and looked up and down my body. I took a good look at him determined to be able to give a good description, mid thirties, shaved head, muscular body, several tattoos, pierced nipples, flat stomach, 8" dick with a PA, I didn't look any further. The one at my head came nearer and I could tell he was about my age and build, 3 or 4" shorter and his 6" dick also had a PA. He knelt down too so that his balls were hanging above my mouth so I opened up and took both shaved orbs into my mouth and massaged them. At the same time I felt something warm and wet wrap itself around my cock and slide up and down. The younger guy pulled back then pushed his cock down so that I could get his pierced head into my mouth then he pushed down. The metal felt strange to my tongue but I got used to it and carried on sucking and licking. I felt my legs being raised and my arse getting roughly tongued. He put his dick against me and pushed in a few times then I heard his mate say something. I was grabbed and turned and pulled onto my knees then the cock was re inserted. At the same time the younger guy stuck his cock into my mouth and because of the change of position it went right down my throat before I could prepare myself making me gag severely; he held it until I accustomed myself then he started to fuck my throat in time to his mate fucking my hole. While they were fucking me the older one was playing with my balls while the younger sucked on my cock in a hot 69.
Things got hotter and faster, that PA was definitely giving me a new sensation, then the younger one stopped and withdrew. I was turned on to my back again and he straddled my chest facing me and squatted, and with his mate guiding my cock, he sat on me taking my cock in one go right up his arse. I couldn't put much effort into it with him sitting on top of me but with the pushing I was getting from the guy up my arse I didn't need to do much as my wet cock slip up and down his passage. I think we were all too excited to make it last any longer and I soon felt my arse being stretched that little bit wider as it got filled. A few seconds later I fired off a big load into the guy on top of me causing him to shoot a long jet of cum right over my face and chest before several lesser shots covered my stomach. We collapsed in a heap with me on the bottom then a few minutes late the big guy got up pulling his mate off me. "Thanks, mate", he said, "That was really great, we always enjoy a good threesome". They both shook my hand and headed further down the cove. I decided to leave and by the time I had packed up my stuff and dressed I looked along the beach and I could see them fucking together.
I returned to my car and checked the time: 5.30. I had to head home. It had been a good day, even the bit where I thought I was gong to get mugged had turned into a hot session As I was about to leave another car pulled in beside me with a single male inside. He got out and came over and said "Any action down there?" I told him the cove was empty except for a couple of skinheads and by my reckoning they would be finished by the time he got down.
"Shit, I only have about 30 minutes, I was hoping to suck some cock before I hit the motorway". He looked at my crotch and said, "Fancy a quickie?" My first reaction was to say sorry and leave, but instead I said "Well if it's cum you want, I'm not sure I have any left, but I do have an arse full of it if you like second hand goods". "Oh Yes, Please", he said and we went into the bushes together. I dropped my shorts and let him feast on the skinhead's juice as he sucked it from me and by the time he finished that I was hot enough to give him a fresh load for dessert.
It was after 7 before I got home, I made a decent dinner then snoozed on the sofa, trying to refresh myself for the night to come.
A WEEKEND OF SEX
Chapter Five
The TV was playing in the background while I dozed fitfully, and when I stirred myself it was after 9pm; I swithered whether to go out at all since all of a sudden I felt I had nothing to prove. I had satisfied myself that I was still desirable to some guys, and my social life wasn't yet over. I mulled the alternatives over in my mind then I decided that I would go out, I would have a drink and a laugh, then go to a club and dance. To do this I first phoned my boss at home and told her that something had turned up and asked if I could use up some time accrued and take the next day, Monday, off. I have done her a lot of favours in the past and I didn't make a habit if doing this so she readily agreed.
After the usual scrubbing down I put on a pair of tight leather trousers and a white knit vest that not only hugged my body but accentuated my touched-up suntan. The evening was mild so I did without a jacket: I grabbed a taxi and was sitting with my first drink by about 10.30 and having a great time. I had met some guys I know and we were laughing and eyeing up the men in the place and generally having a good time, I felt liberated and relaxed. I got encouraging looks from two good looking men and chatted up by a third but I was happy just to look and imagine. I had had enough sex to last me a good few days, all I wanted was a few drinks and to dance the night away.
Just after midnight I made my way to the nearest club and when I got in, there was Dave dancing with his new boy. I couldn't believe it, he had bleached his hair and was wearing a Lycra tee, showing every little bulge. I couldn't decide whether he looked ridiculous or sad. He saw me and stopped dancing and stood with his mouth open. He moved as if he would come over and talk to me but I moved away, there was nothing I could say to him and nothing I wanted to hear.
I went into the bar and got a bottled beer and just leaned against a pillar watching who was doing what with how many. When the voice behind me said "I told you I'd see you again", it took me a second to realise it was meant for me. I turned and there was 'Mr Leather Jacket' from the heath. We tried to talk amid all the noise but it was impossible so he took hold of my elbow and guided me right back to the rear of the club and out through the fire door into a small courtyard. The door swung shut behind us and I looked at him in disbelief; "You do realise that we can't get back in now, and everywhere else will be full by this time, thanks for spoiling my night".
"Look, it was noisy hot and uncomfortable in there and I really do want to talk to you, I know of a good party going on tonight, why don't you come with me", he offered. To be honest, I wasn't too keen to spend any more time with him at that point, he had really fucked up my plans but at least a party would be better than going home now so I agreed.
We took a taxi to an address he gave the driver and when we got there he paid then led me to a ground floor flat that seemed very quiet. I was suspicious when he used keys to get in and I was very angry when I found the place empty. "Where is the party?" I demanded. "We're the party", he replied with a silly grin. "Look", I said, "I think I had better leave, I'm not in the mood for this". His face changed and he said, "Please, have one drink at least, give me ten minutes, I really do want to find out more about you and there was no way we could talk in the club. Something in his face made me relent a little bit and I sat on a sofa and said "OK, ten minutes".
He offered me a beer but I asked if he had any vodka and he opened a cabinet full of spirits. I watched carefully to make sure that he wouldn't slip me a Mickey Finn, but he held the glass in front of me and said "Say When". I took a small amount and he produced a carton of fresh orange juice which I used as a mixer. He poured himself a whisky and added some water then sat beside me and said "OK, I have eight minutes left, tell me all about yourself." I told him my name, Andy, and a brief history of my career as a surveyor. He asked if I went to the heath regularly and I said it was the first time in years. He gave me a "You would say that anyway" look and I ended up telling him the story of Dave and myself. "I know how you feel", he said, "The same thing happened to me two months ago, only I got ditched for someone richer" I found out that his name was Scott and since being dumped he had more or less whoring around when time and work permitted. "I even started wearing the harness and stuff because it attracts guys" he explained. By this time I had miraculously acquired a second drink and I gulped most of it down, maybe I wasn't as relaxed about Dave as I thought I was. Scott put his hand on my shoulder and said, "My God, you are really tense, why don't you let me give you a massage"
"Very original", I said, "What you going to do, massage the inside of my arse with your cock?" He stood and said, "Follow me, I promise I won't rape you", and he walked into the hall. I followed he warily and he opened another door and said "Look" The room looked a bit like cross between a doctor's surgery and an S&M playroom, clinically white with several stainless steel gadgets. He pointed to the wall and there were all his degrees as a qualified physiotherapist. He explained that he worked at a hospital but saw several private clients also. "So, if you want to strip to your underwear I will give you a proper massage and I promise I will do nothing sexual". Shit, underwear, why hadn't I put any on? Oh well, In for a penny as they say: I stripped naked and climbed onto the bed in the middle of the room, intrigued as to what his motives really were and having calmed enough to realise I could do worse than have another session with this hot stud.
He rubbed a little oil on his hands and began to manipulate my shoulder blades, finding knots and undoing them before working on my back, arms and legs. Other than a brief squeeze of my buttocks he was true to his word and never touched me 'unprofessionally'. The result of this was that every part of my body except one was totally relaxed, one muscle was very much rigid and twitching, pressing itself against the leather bed. "How was that?" he asked. "It was fantastic", I replied. "Do you feel like taking it to stage two?" "Yes, please yes", I said. His hands stroked my arse and his fingers ran down my crack pulling me open before I felt his hot breath on my pulsing ring. He touched my lightly with the tip of is tongue and withdrew then gently caressed it with one finger. He did this several times, each time licking harder until I felt his tongue push into me and I squirmed back against him. He ran his tongue from my crevice all the way up my spine to my left ear and whispered "Let's go to bed". He led the way along the corridor and took me into his bedroom and I started to undress him. I unbuttoned his shirt and licked his nipples and armpits as I unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers letting them fall to the floor. I knelt before him and slipped his underpants over his thighs and saw his cock at full mast for the first time. I had felt it inside me, I had licked it when it was semi-soft but this was magnificent. It was over 8" long and a good bit thicker than average, no wonder I had been so easily receptive for the rest of the weekend, but the outstanding feature was that it was so straight, it never varied in thickness from base to below a beautiful elongated head. I had just got his head into my mouth when he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me upright and lifted me onto the bed and laid me face down and went back to eating me. He worked until I was soaking wet and wide open then he laid on top of me and while he bit on my earlobe he pushed that beautiful cock inside me and held it there, as if he was waiting for us to become one.
He put his arm under me and wrapped it around my waist and pulled us both onto our sides and began to pull back and re-enter me slowly. He pulled my top leg over his and placed my other leg between his and manoeuvred me on to my back while he took me from the side, bludgeoning that meat club into my arse while kissing me and tongue-wrestling me and pulling on my leaking cock. We approached climax a couple of times before we eventually gave in and soared over the top bar of ecstasy and huddled together in that wonderful afterglow that only great sex brings. Eventually he withdrew and I cleaned him with my mouth before he licked up all of my juice, except for the bit on his forehead which I removed with my tongue.
Twice more before morning we replayed the scene, each one slightly different but each with the same spectacular ending, then we dressed and left to find somewhere that served breakfast. He was working in the afternoon so he had to leave me about noon but as he dropped me of at my flat he said, "Remember when we parted last time, I said I hoped to see you again, and I did? Well, I'm saying it again, I hope I see you again, preferably very soon".
I couldn't argue with that.
A WEEKEND OF SEX
The Epilogue
I felt elated, I had had the perfect end to a fabulous weekend, but I was exhausted, I needed to sleep: I drew my curtains and went to bed and slept for seven hours. I was in a really strange dream, I could see Dave looking about 70 and still trying to dress like a teenager, I was in the porn cinema and being raped by two skinheads in front of the big screen and everyone was cheering, then Scott came in and carried me away in his arms and^Å^Å..Suddenly I was wide awake, my mind was racing: he didn't know how to contact me. I realised we hadn't exchanged telephone numbers, we didn't even give our surnames, he knew where my flat was but didn't know which one I live in. OK, I knew where he lived but that meant me making the move, I'm shit at making moves, I'm better at giving my number then sitting at home for nights hoping I get a call; it's depressing and nerve-wracking and soul-destroying when the call doesn't come, but I can do it, I can't make the move. I mean, how long do I wait, do I go round tonight and look desperate? Or do I wait a week by which time he has lost interest?
My evening was ruined, I couldn't concentrate on anything, I ended up visiting my parents to try to take my mind off things. I came home late and had a couple of large brandies and went straight to bed where I dreamt I was in my car driving towards Scott. He was waving and beckoning me to join him but no matter how fast I drove I couldn't reach him.
I postponed making any decision until I had a game plan and carried on as normally as possible, then when I came home from work on Wednesday night old Mrs Wilson who lives in a ground floor flat was waiting for me. She was coming home from the shops earlier in the day when she was approached by a handsome young man who asked her if she knew which flat Andy lived in and when she said yes he gave her an envelope to post through my letter box. I don't know whether she whiffed a hint of gossip or whether she feared it might contain a bomb or something but she decided to hold on to it and deliver it personally, so she looked a bit disappointed when I said thankyou and walked away without opening it.
Once in my flat I ripped the envelope open and read the short note:-
"Andy, I don't know if you deliberately withheld your phone number, I certainly didn't, I really would like to see you again and I hope you would like to see me. If you want to, please phone------------
Scott"
I was much happier now; I changed my clothes, tidied around the flat, made a meal then sat down with a glass of wine and made the call ^Ö and he wasn't in. After my initial panic I realised he was probably at work and I had no idea when he finished.
I waited until after 10pm then called again and did get an answer. He apologised for his forwardness in leaving the message, he didn't know what else to do. I assured him not to worry about it and said that I would have called at his house in a couple of days anyway, its always easy to be brave after the event. We arranged to meet on Friday night and then he hung up.
By Friday I was telling myself to calm down, I was building this dream too high on a foundation of 2 meetings, the first of which could hardly be called a first date, in fact this would be our first real date. We had arranged to meet in a straight bar near the railway station between 7 and 7.30: determined not to appear too keen I waited until 7.10 before going in, then I sat there until he turned up at 7.26. He apologised for keeping me waiting, I assured him I had just arrived then we went into town where he had booked a table in a gay restaurant. The meal was nice, but I spent a long time trying to decide what I wanted to happen, what I thought he was looking for, whether I really wanted to take this any further. Gradually, by the end of the main course I had settled down and was enjoying the food and enjoying Scott's company. When we finished eating Scott asked me if I wanted to go to a bar or go back to his place and have a drink there.. Since we were watching the time for a last train or facing a taxi ride, I agreed we should go home but insisted that he come to my flat instead.
When we got home I showed him around and we settled in front of the fire with good music playing and a bottle of brandy. We talked about our lives and our dreams like we had known each other for years and could have spent twice as long if I hadn't accidentally bumped Scott's arm causing him to spill his drink. While we were busy mopping the spill and drying the cushion Scott suddenly kissed me. I stopped cleaning and fell into his arms and returned his kiss and led him to the bedroom where we made long slow passionate love. While exploring his beautiful muscular body I touched his arsehole and he immediately pulled away but I didn't think too much of it. Later as we caressed my hand slipped down his back and again when I touched the crack of his buttocks he seemed to freeze and pull away. I made no comment or reaction but I was conscious of his actions.
On our next date, on the following Monday because he works weekends, I deliberately touched him again and got the same reaction, so later as we relaxed and cuddled I asked him about his behaviour and he told me that when he was younger he had agreed to try to be fucked but when he changed his mind the guy had virtually raped him which had left him with a hang-up about being touched there.
I reminded him of his request that I trust him on the first time we went to bed and asked him to now trust me. He looked a bit unsure but I coaxed him onto his stomach and I went down and touched his ring gently with my tongue just as he had done to me. At first he was very tense but gradually he relaxed a bit as I kept probing and licking. I stopped and I could see his muscle pout and relax and I knew I was winning him over.
Each time we went to bed I would work on him a bit more, gently touching him with my finger. The first time I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle he really freaked but he let me try again and eventually he allowed me to put my finger right in. That was when I bought him a small dildo. At first he wouldn't accept it but I convinced him to try on his own to stretch his ring.
We worked together over several weeks and eventually he came to bed one night and handed me a jar of lube. I couldn't believe he trusted me enough and promised him that I would do everything I could to make it as pleasurable as possible and take every step at his rate. I greased him as well as I could, both inside and out then I smeared my cock and got behind him. I pushed my head in as slowly as possible feeling him tense up around it then he begged me to take it out, which I did. After a minute or two he asked me to try again and I convinced him to relax. I pushed again and once I was in I stopped and held him until he told me to continue. I could se him sweat as he battled with his phobia until I had my whole cock inside him. I offered to withdraw and try again later but he said no, I should fuck him. I started slowly and to be honest I was so turned on it didn't take me long to cum: Scott didn't even get a hard on.
For the next few weeks we continued to spend time together 2 or 3 nights every week, usually with Scott fucking me but sometimes he would ask me to fuck him and I would do it with enthusiasm. Eventually he started to enjoy it and get aroused while I screwed him and our sex life was complete. From then we would go to bed and one of us would fuck the other depending on how we both felt, and sometimes we did each other.
All of this happened eighteen months ago, and after our first year Scott raised the subject of us living together. My first reaction was worry about losing my independence, but Scott took that as a lack of commitment and we had our first big row. Deep down I knew he was right but I had to admit that I did have a fear of taking that final step. Scott looked at me and said "I overcame my fear, surely you can too; we agreed to live together.
My flat had bigger rooms than Scott's, but his was more suitable for his private practice so eventually we decided the best thing to do was to sell both flats and buy something. One day I was asked to survey a semi-detached house which was about to be offered for sale and as soon as I saw it I phoned Scott at work and told him he had to get away and come see it. As soon as he walked around it his heart was set on it and I told the customer he needed to get another surveyor as I would be bidding for his house. Three months ago we moved in and are still busy trying to make it into a home, but we are getting there. I suggested that the first room to be decorated was what would be his treatment room, but Scott said that our bedroom was much more important and he was right.
Who would have thought that one wild weekend trying to prove to myself that someone some day might love me would lead me straight to the man I want to spend my life with.