I explained to Simon how my present escort business worked. I had a stable and regular clientele from whom I generated my sizeable income, but I could take on no more clients, as I was already overbooked with those that I had. Additionally, I had short list of potential clients whom I had been obliged to refuse, as I did not have any spare capacity: even though I enjoyed my job, it was more than I could do to fuck morning, noon and night: I was in the happy state of being at full capacity! . And so we formulated a plan to introduce Simon into the high level discrete male escort service I had hitherto run alone.
For my next business appointment I took Simon along with me and introduced him to my client as a potential alternative to myself; to add some spice into the client’s life, was the way I phrased it;I can tell you that one look at Simon naked was enough. He just exuded sex and my client jumped at the chance to have a new and massive cock, wielded by a muscular young stud, up his arse. As the saying goes, variety is the spice of life and so it proved to be for Simon and me.
We gave the client a double dose of sex on this occasion, Simon fucked him whilst I sucked him and then Simon sucked him whilst I fucked him. The client was in absolute heaven, so much so that he slipped us an extra $250 above my usual $500 fee. And so, over a period of a few weeks, I was able to introduce Simon to most of my clients, many of whom were happy to take him as a substitute for me if the need arose. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that several of them preferred him to me – but down, down, down jealousy!
Having got Simon into the general flow of my male escort business, I then started to contact a number of potential clients on my waiting list, with the aim of pulling them into the regular flow of business. This was quite successful, but we still needed more clients to keep the two of us fully occupied as professional fuckers, for let’s face it, that it what we were, when Simon came up with a brilliant idea. He suggested that we create a web site, entitled S and S Male Escorts and that along with the normal sales blurb, we publish a photo of ourselves together completely naked so that potential clients could see what they might get for their money. Two young studs with perfect muscles and above all, big cocks were the key to it all.
It is often said that size does not matter, a phrase usually used in connection with male-female sex. Well, let me tell you that when it comes to providing anal stipulation to well-heeled businessmen, a good big’n beats a good little’n into the ground every time! When guys like Simon and I strip off in front of our clients, the large size of each of our cocks is a definite advantage. We just look so much better with our large cocks than the average guy with his normal sized tool. Our clients really feel that they are getting something special – which they are, by the way – for their money.
Simon said that he thought that the title Male Escorts was actually very mealy mouthed even though he had suggested it and he wondered, albeit jokingly aloud, why we did not simply say S and S Rent-a-Fuck, for that is actually what we did, or why not S and S Rent-a-Cock. But in the end we both realised that the entire world knew exactly what a Male Escort Agency offered by way of services and so we stuck with that.
I showed Simon who had never heard of MuscleCock before his NBA job, the MuscleCock blog site and told him that I myself was not really into overdeveloped muscle and cock which were the credos of the blog. There were some stunning examples of guys who never made the headlines, who were not even placed in the contests, but who, to my mind had really superb bodies and cocks. In fact, the MuscelCock blog site had some of the finest shots of guys with superb bodies and cocks to match, many of whom were breathtakingly stunning. I showed him my very favourite shot, the one of Portuguese de Sousa brothers, whom I thought were absolutely perfect examples of male physique: certainly not the most muscular, but surely aesthetically among the most perfect specimens of young manhood, at least in my eyes..
Simon look at the shot I showed him, of the two brothers posing face to face with their cocks hard and their knobs glistening and said, “‘That is the pose you and I should strike to put on our web-site. You know, together we are not at all unlike these two guys and although they are somewhat more muscular than we are at the moment, I could see us equalling them after a few months’ work in the gym.”
This sounded like a brilliant idea, so along to a professional photographic studio specialising in photographing nude men, we went. We imitated as nearly as possible the de Sousa brothers’ pose and hoped that it would prove a good piece of publicity for our newly established web site.
Simon came up with a surprise before we went to be photographed. He turned up with a triple cock ring, which he insisted I try on. “I know,” he said, “that you think that this is not your thing, but please try it on. You might feel differently once you see yourself wearing it”
And so, I did, with Simon’s help, put the ring on and my goodness, what a difference it made to the appearance of my cock. As I told you earlier my shaft, when soft, hung straight down between my legs like that of so many guys, unlike Simon’s which had a graceful arching downward curve, which made it just so super-attractive to the viewer. Well, the ring gave me the lift, which I had never had before, and my cock, when soft, looked twice as good as before.
“You see,” said Simon, “You never know until you try and don’t you find it comfortable, the way the ring holds your balls tight to your body? Sebastian, you look absolutely stunning.”
As I mentioned earlier, I had always had by body waxed to remove all body hair and now, with the ring on, every last detail of my equipment was brought into sharp focus: I hate to say it , but I loved it immediately and have worn it ever since.
“But,” I said to Simon, “this far but no farther. Please don’t tell me that we should get our knobs pierced and a PA ring fitted – no, no, no!”
Simon just laughed.
For our photo-shot, we each sported a rigid hard cock, sticking ramrod straight out from our pelvises, facing each other with our cocks almost touching, in as near an imitation of the de Souza brothers ground breaking pose as we could muster. We were both well bronzed all over and we decided for the shot to have our bodies oiled in the way that bodybuilders often do when they pose at contests. Looking at Simon before the shot, I thought that he looked utterly superb and hoped that I myself matched up to him.
The studio photographer took several different shots, on one of which turned out to be a triumph, with the result was that within a few days of our web site going on-line, we were deluged with calls for our services, so much so that we never looked back: quality always sells is the lesson to be learned here. I have to say, that I did think that there could be no other two- man escort team that equalled us and the proof was that within a couple of weeks of our photo going on-line, we were fully booked: we could accept no more clients..
Within six months of teaming up with Simon, we had more than doubled my previous business. Simon could not believe how easy it was to earn money with his cock, but he certainly liked to spend it. We had the same photo-shop make us a blow up of the de Souza brothers unique pose, which we had framed and hung on the wall of our bedroom as an inspiration to us both,.
CHAPTER 10
I should tell you something about the living arrangements that Simon and I came to in my really quite spacious apartment. It had two good sized bedrooms, a large living room giving on to a sunny but totally secluded and un-overlooked terrace and a large kitchen. I had a regular cleaner, a young gay guy, who came in twice a week and kept the place spick and span. If I was there, he gave often gave me longing looks, but that was as far as it got. He was, in fact the only guy apart from Simon and my oldest and dearest friend, Craig, who had ever been in my apartment. As I said earlier, I had always kept my business completely separate from my personal life and my clients had only my mobile phone number and an Email address. None of them knew my full name or where I lived: I was just Sebastian to them.
For recreational sex, which I needed over and above my professional fucking, it was usually with with my three close friends or, very occasionally with the odd guy I had got to know from a gay bar, places which I only very rarely frequented. But it was luck that I did occasionally frequent such places for that was how I had found Simon again. I often asked myself how things would have been that day, if I had decided not to go into that particular bar, which I only did because I felt pissed off with my client that day and needed some relief myself. My goodness, I might never have found Simon again and I would have missed the man who had become the love of my life.
My three close friends, Craig, Mike and Jonathan, realised that I had, in Simon, found the love of my life and all three were happy for us, even though it would clearly mean a change in the our relationships. In many ways, I think they were probably envious that I had finally found Simon and that we had become an item and they each wished that they too could find their life’s partner. What is worth commenting on is that when the four of us were an inseparable group, not one of us had seen any of the others as his life’s partner: we were friends, indeed very close friends, but that was as far as it had ever gone.
Although my sex life was now concentrated on Simon and his on me, neither of us was averse to having sex with other guys and so I introduced Simon to my three best friends and from that moment onwards, the five of us had a firm relationship and all five of us truly enjoyed fucking each other. What was great in our relationship was that all five of us enjoyed fucking as much as being fucked, which made for a very varied sex life for all of us and although I just adored Simon, it was nice to know that I had three other anuses which I could shaft.
Simon coyly asked me the first day if he should take the second bedroom, to which idea I gave a big laugh. I wanted him in my bed, as much as he wanted me in his and that was that: we shared my king size bed from day one together. One of the great joys of having a live-in lover is that you can sleep together in the knowledge that you are at home. One of my favourite sleeping positions was to fall asleep with my hard shaft inside Simon: it really made us feel as one.
He did the same for me, for as I said, we were totally equal in our sexual behaviour. Once Simon and I had become an item, other than my three old friends whom I could not abandon, I dropped all external recreational sex: Simon was enough for me and I for him.
I did not believe in having sex in discomfort, for let us face it what we guys do to each other, apart from a face fuck or a blow job, is not really of easy access. Simon knew that I liked to fuck him lying on his back, with his legs over my shoulders, whereas he much preferred a rear entry for his dick. The great joy of having a true lover is that you both do everything possible to please the other.
So, I decided that the second bedroom would become our playroom and had a specially padded table made for our games. The table was flat and of a height so that when I stood with Simon’s legs over my shoulders, my cock lined up exactly with his anus and I could pound his hole from a comfortable standing position. As an added refinement, I had the end of the table made adjustable so that I could achieve a perfect alignment between Simon’s arsehole and my cock.
At the other end of the table was attached a padded, descending at an angle. This allowed me to lean against it, over the table to offer Simon my anus. My cock and balls slipped through a hole I had had made in the board and I could spread my legs to give Simon easy access to his target. With my jewels out of the way and my arse well supported, Simon could bang away as hard as he wanted without crushing my balls against the table – and boy, Simon really enjoyed a hard fuck. So this piece of equipment was made to measure for the two of us and for no one else.
Although our first encounters had been without any prior preparation – we just wanted to fuck each other and could not hold back – I told Simon of the importance of correct lubrication. I had kept a supply of one shot tubes of lube each fitted with an injection nozzle (I bought them by the gross from a wholesaler) and showed him how I always prepped each client’s anus before entering him as this made for a really comfortable fuck.
It was that same with us. We always lubed ourselves up before any session and Simon who had never before seen such pre-fuck care quickly realised that arse fucking could be a much pleasanter process than most people thought. And so it was that Simon and I indulged our recreational sex activities. We really were very normal and neither of us felt the need to indulge in the vertiginously energetic gymnastic-like fuck positions so often encountered on internet male sex sites.
Even when I had just come back from a client, I was always in need of more sex as soon as I walked into the apartment. Fucking Simon on our table always gave me an orgasm way more intense than any I ever had with a client. Simon said he felt exactly the same. So, whoever was home first after leaving his client automatically stripped naked and lubed himself up in readiness to please his partner.
As Simon said, with considerable personal experience gained at the MuscleCock contest in Taipei, it was exactly the same as the release room there. Contestants came off stage where they had been cum shooting but still needed to fuck butt, to release the tensions, which had built up in their bodies. We came back from servicing our client but still needed to fuck butt again as soon as we were together. One of us served as a release agent for the other,
As you can probably see, Simon and I had quickly developed a very agreeable way of life together. So what next?
CHAPTER 11
Both Simon and I had frequented various gyms to keep ourselves trim and toned up. Now we were together, we both went together to Jonathan’s Gym, where I had first met Craig, the architect of all my success to date. We worked out for about three hours three mornings a week and I can tell you that in the showers, we got a lot of envious looks and not a few propositions, as few guys had such magnificent fucking kit as we had and our triple cock rings also attracted a lot of attention.
Following the MuscleCock blog as we did on a regular basis, we realised that ideally we too would like to work out totally naked, throwing aside all inhibitions. But the local gym, run by my friend Jonathan, would have none of it.
Then a miracle happened. In a gay magazine, we saw that Big Mac, one of the leading mandatory naked gyms much used by MuscleCock contestants, was opening a branch just across town from us. We went straight over there and signed up virtually as its first clients. How right we were not to hesitate, for within two weeks the place was fully booked all day and night. Exercising stark naked as we now were, we decided that we would go the whole hog and in our own little way adopt MuscleCock naked life style in as far as we could.
Jonathan was sad to see us leave his gym, but remained, as ever, a permanent friend and sex partner of the four of us, Simon, myself, Craig and Mike. I could not have abandoned Jonathan who had been such a good friend and sex partner for such a long time, and I was relieved that he understood why we wanted to move to neither gym. Jonathan, although very broad minded, just did not want his own gym classed as a naked body building establishment, but he equally well understood why Simon and I wanted to train naked… So, at the end of the day, our move to Big Mac’s new place did not cause a breakdown in our friendship with Jonathan.
My apartment was big. It had no windows that overlooked, and so, as we had now started training naked, when we were at home we stripped off and remained naked. I can remember my cleaner’s face the first time he walked in on us. There we were eating breakfast in the buff. He did a double take, said nothing, and got on with is work. As we moved around, he kept giving us envious glances. At the drop of a hat he would surely have enjoyed a quick fuck with either or both of us but neither of us encouraged him and he left the apartment in a pre-cum state as the wet spots on the crotch of his pants testified.
CHAPTER 12
Perhaps I should tell you here about the wardrobe, which Simon had had, delivered from San Francisco. Simon was a fashionable dresser and had endless pants and shirts. He had no suit as such and wore a series of loose fitting casual jackets in which he looked absolutely great. Simon was the sort of guy who looked good in anything, but he really knew how to show off his figure and especially his crown jewels.
He habitually wore only three items of clothing: a shirt, a cock thong and a tight fitting pair of pants. He told me that he bought his thongs from only one supplier whose designs were such as to give maximum support to any well-equipped guy. All his pants were also from only one maker, an outfit called Huggers, who branded their form fitting pants YMCA Huggers. Yes, it is those same initials, but as Simon explained it had nothing to do with the YMCA organisations. Here they stood for Young Men’s Cock and Arse Huggers. And that is exactly what these pants did. They moulded themselves around a guy’s arse and fuck equipment and left little to the imagination.
Simon looked absolutely terrific in his Huggers, for the thong he wore had no back, so that his pants moulded themselves smoothly to his arse, which became an inviting dream to all who viewed it, with no ugly elastic lines to spoil the profile. Simon said he really liked these pants and did not feel at all embarrassed to wear them. His view was that he had it all, so why not show it off. People might stare, but were really full of admiration, tinged with a little envy, for his daring. As he also said, if you wanted to pick up a guy, these were the things to wear.
I wondered how I could wean Simon away from such openly gay clothing on the one hand, but I really like the way he looked when we went out together: he was sex personified. But he understood that in our professional life, discretion was the key word: we could not embarrass our clients most of whom were respectable business men and so we both wore very conventional modest suits when visiting clients.
Now, both Simon and I were pretty well set up muscular guys but watching the MuscleCock events, we had both realised that without attempting to become event competitors, we could both easily take a bit more muscle weight and cock length, without overdeveloping our bodies.
Antonio, the manager of the new gym we had joined, had trained under Big Mac, a guy called Steven McEvoy. Antonio was always totally naked in the gym, and had a real mean figure and massive dick. He told us that before joining Big Mac’s he had worked as an assistant at MuscleCock events. He was enthusiastic about giving us training tips and especially stressed the importance of professional cock trainer to help develop our shafts. He explained that cock training, which appeared to be superficially like fucking, in that the trainee pushed his fuck pole up the trainers arse, was, I fact a much more rigorous and disciplined act and required intense concentration on the part of the trainee.
The trainee had to learn to be able to pound the trainer’s hole and maintain this for at least 30 minutes before cumming, whilst at the same time performing certain muscle building exercises.
Then the second miracle happened. Big Mac decided to commission one of the MuscleCock leading cock trainers, a guy named Carlos Santana, to spend a month at his new gym in New York and give a series of Master Classes in the art of cock training. Carlos regularly rented his fuck hole out to four or five contestants at any IFNB event to help them with their cock problems and was one of the best pros in the business. As Antonio said to us, “What Carlos does not know about cock training isn’t worth knowing.”
We were euphoric and promptly signed up for a series of lessons from this master trainer. And what an eye-opener it was. The first thing we learned was that an easy and comfortable well lubed fuck was an absolute no, no as far as cock training and size development was concerned. On the contrary, the trainee’s cock had to penetrate the trainer’s anus firmly and once inside the trainer gripped his trainee’s cock with his sphincter as firmly as he could to ensure that the trainee’s pumping was subject to as much friction as possible. It was the friction inside the rectum and the tight grip of the trainer’s sphincter, which, together, helped the cock to grow.
We had numerous lessons from Carlos, benefitting from his highly trained hole and by the end of the month we could both pound for one full hour maintaining our cocks totally rigid and controlling our climax to produce a controlled cum shot. In the space of one month, both of us had gained a half an inch in the circumference on our dicks and the same in length.
We were sorry to see Carlos leave, but armed with the knowledge he had given us, we continued in the gym with muscle building exercises carried out simultaneously with cock training as he had shown us. As there were no professional cock trainers available, Simon and I used each other’s holes to train our dicks when in the gym.
This we followed by intensive cock training sessions in our games room at home, so that over the course of six brief months, we had both put on twenty pounds of muscle and could each raise a twelve-inch hard fuck-stick: it might well not be what was considered competition length, but our clients were more than satisfied.
As I said earlier, there is a school of thought that says length is not important, but they are wrong. When it comes to anal intercourse, length and girth are very important for it is they which give the client the satisfaction of a great fuck, which was always our aim. Anyway, we were both euphoric with the results of our training as we had achieved our goal in record time.
Our future aim in the gym was to maintain the physiques we had now built up but to go no further. It was my view that our clients appreciated muscle when it came to having their holes reamed, but did not want to be fucked by a muscle freak. And So, Simon and I took a conscious decision to go no further with our development but to maintain what we had achieved, which seemed to be the perfect combination of muscle and cock for our business. We had the photo-shop take a new shot of us in what we had come to call the de Souza Pos’ and put it on our web site alongside our first shot, labelling them before and after. We were again inundated with demands from potential clients, most of whom we had to refuse, as we were fully occupied in tending to the need of our existing flock.
Our present clients were amazed how quickly we had developed our bodies and cocks, which were now, by any standards, truly exceptional. No escort agency could compete with us. Of that, I was sure. For Christmas, we had a series of shots of ourselves taken and put together on a Christmas card, which we distributed very discreetly by hand to our clients.
At the end of the day, Simon and I looked just like two brothers – a remarkable achievement. Satisfied with our year’s efforts, went off together for two weeks holiday in the sun at an all-male nude venue on a small Caribbean island. Craig and Mike went with us, but not Jonathan, who could not leave his gym. It was a heaven sent break: we fucked, sucked and swam together and had some congenial recreational sex with some of the other guys we met who were also vacationing there. We came back to New York after Christmas beautifully bronzed from head to toe, ready to start the New Year.
CHAPTER 13
So, where were we to go from here? Our escort business was thriving and we had each other for recreational sex, in which we indulged daily and with the same pleasure as in that first meeting in Yan Cheung’s hotel suite. As I have often said, fucking is a toy, which never fails to please and Simon and I were the living proof of this maxim.
Well, as you might imagine, our story is not yet over and events again took a totally unexpected turn.
In the New Year, we kept up our sessions at Big Mac’s gym, where we had made a number of good friends, both gay and straight and with whom we often has recreational sex in the showers after training. Antonio kept a clean house and provided free condoms and lube in the showers, as he felt it his job to protect his clients from the HIV virus. It is never possible to be 100% certain that your place is HIV free, for it is impossible to control all your clients all the time and who knows what one chance encounter with an outsider might bring.
I should perhaps tell you that Simon and I always fucked each other bare back as it were but that we religiously used condoms in relations with all our clients. I had to look around the suppliers for rubbers long enough to enclose our new supersized fuck poles but I eventually found a brand which were fifteen inches long! One asks oneself who are these guys who sport such mega-dicks, but evidently they do exist.
The other thing we noticed was that many of the straight guys at the gym, quite liked to take our cocks up their arses, for like the MuscleCock competitors, they enjoyed a dose of anal stimulation in addition to regular male-female sex. When we went out in the evenings, we always both carried packets of the recently introduced Fukit condoms, two rubbers per pack with sachets of lubricant and very convenient for that chance sexual encounter, which we all have from time to time.
At the end of the day, both Simon and I were just human beings, with the same sex urge as other men and both of us occasionally found ourselves in a situation where we simply could not restrain ourselves. And so we both had the occasional one-off fuck with some guy whom we had found just too tempting to turn down. But such little one-off sexual peccadilloes in no way impinged on the relationship Simon and I shared, which was as solid as a rock: jealousy was a feeling which did not exist between us.
And so our life went happily on until early in February when we had both been serving one of our regular clients together when something totally unexpected happened. We were just about to leave Mr. Newman, a private merchant banker, who had been one of my first clients several years ago, when he asked us to sit down as he had a request to make.
Until now, neither of us knew anything about the private life of Mr. Newman, other than the fact that he was a super-rich private banker, sole owner of his own bank, Newman Acceptances. He was, he told us, a widower whose wife had died of a totally unexpected stroke at the early age of thirty-six leaving him with a young son, Christopher, aged five. Mr Newman had never remarried and Christopher had been cared for by a live-in nanny until he was eleven years old, when his father had sent him off to an expensive boarding school for boys located in Vermont.
Christopher was now eighteen years old, a keen gymnast and by all accounts, a well-built lad and had just left school. He wanted to take a year’s break before going to college. But Mr Newman had divined that all was not well with his son, who was very timid and had few friends and showed little or no interest in girls.
As you can imagine it is very difficult for a father to discuss his son’s sexuality with him, but Christopher was clearly so unhappy that he eventually admitted to his father that he knew he was gay. Now Mr Newman, even though he used our services was not himself gay: like many men he just liked some regular anal stimulation. However, he was a very broadminded man and sensibly realised that he could not change his son’s orientation and decided to do his best to see how he could help his son organise his life for the best.
Christopher’s root problem was that he was unbelievably shy. Even as an excellent gymnast at school in contact with other boys of his age, he could never enter into the sexual tomfoolery into which so many lads in their late teens become involved. Finally Mr Newman got it out of his son that he had no sexual experience himself whatsoever: as a well set up young man of eighteen he was still a virgin and a very timorous one at that.
“So,” said Mr. Newman, “here is the deal! I have great regard for you two young men and I would like you to take my son in hand and teach him the ropes, the rudiments of practical male-male sex so to speak. I have a large condo in Palm Beach down in Florida and I would like the two of you to take Christopher down there and teach him what is what. If necessary, give him a baptism of fire in matters sexual, so that he gains confidence in himself and is able to relate to other guys, for given his orientation that is where is surely where his future sex life lies. I wish it were different, but it is what it is and my view is that one has to make the best of it – and looking at the two of you I can see that the best of it can be very good indeed.”
“I will have the three of you flown there and back in my private jet and you will have a live-in servant at my condo, who also just happens to be gay, who will take care of the housekeeping and cooking leaving you free to school Christopher in the gentle art of fucking. I think you should go for five full days for which I will pay you $ 15,000.-. What do you say?”
Well, what and extraordinary and unexpected offer. Naturally, we accepted: how could we have refused one of our best clients? We asked Mr Newman what he was going to tell Christopher. He replied that he would tell his son that he was sending him off for a week’s holiday in the sun, with two experience guys who would try to help him out of his sexual hang- ups and leave it at that. He was sure that Christopher would be apprehensive but would comply with his father’s wishes. So it was agreed we would all fly down to Florida the first week in February, which we did, having told our regular clients that we were taking a short winter break.
CHAPTER 14
Mr Newman sent his chauffeur to fetch us – we had to reveal where we lived, which was something we had never done before to anyone – and our first meeting with Christopher Newman, or Chris as everyone called him, was in the car on the way to the airport at Laguardia.
Chris was a really good looking fair-haired guy, with a build much like our own. Like many guys of his age he was scruffily dressed and it was really impossible to make out what he looked like under the baggy outfit he wore. We all said hello, and I told him that he should call us Simon and Seb. Clearly very nervous, Chris asked us what our programme for the week was but we told him that we would go into that next morning after a good night’s sleep.
A chauffeur driven car met us on arrival at the airport and whisked us off to the condo, which was enormous and unbelievably luxurious. We were greeted by Bruno. He was the housekeeper and general factotum, who according to Mr Newman was gay. Bruno had a meal prepared for us. As it was late, we all retired to bed after eating, Simon and I to a large double room and Chris elsewhere.
Simon and had discussed what we might do with Chris and we decided that the ideal thing would be to let Chris experience a week of naked life style ‘a la MuscleCock’ and to push him straightaway in at the deep end, so to speak… Shortly put, this guy was going to lose his anal virginity first thing next day.
Simon and I got up early and installed ourselves, completely naked, at the breakfast table before Chris was up. When he arrived a little later, he was completely dressed in T shirt and shorts and was wearing slip on sandals with no socks, just the ideal kit for us to strip off easily and get down to business and judging by the bulge in his shorts was not lacking anything down below.
He did a double take when he saw us in the buff and said, “Gee guys, I didn’t realise that you breakfasted naked!”
So we explained to Chris that we always lived a complete naked life style at home in New York and saw no reason to change pour ways down here. Chris was clearly embarrassed but sat down and ate breakfast, after which I stood up so that he could see my full figure for the first time. He gazed in awe and gulped at my fuck stick and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when Simon stood up and he saw the full extent of his equipment as well.
“Guys”, he started, “I am not sure that I want to…”
“Come on Chris,” I said. “We are here to help you over your difficulties. Strip off and let’s have a look at you.”
“But,” said Chris, “I don’t know what my father intended, but…”
“Cut the cackle, Chris and let us have a look at you – come on, get your clothes off.”
Eventually, Chris realised that today was the day when he had to bite the bullet and so he stopped arguing and started to strip off. He was wearing a pair of conventional Y fronts, which never do the best for a guy’s package, but it was clear that young Chris was really well equipped. Why Chris was so shy about sex was difficult to fathom as he had a beautifully muscled body, lovely pecs, good biceps and a set of abs to die for – but of course he was a serious gymnast. But then, his cock; it had perfect balance, was beautifully cut and was some eight inches long. I really could not understand , looking at him, how this handsome young stud was so timid that he had never had sex with anyone.
Chris started to dither and say that he really did not think that… At which I told him to wrap up. There had to be a first time for everyone and today and right now was going to be the first time for him. Eventually, Chris calmed down and lay flat on his back on the table as we had asked him to. With his legs bent and feet on the table we got the first view of Chris’s anus and a very nice tight job it was. I don’t know about Simon, but I was already looking forward to pushing my one tool deep into Chris, for he just was a very inviting guy to fuck.
I motioned to Simon to lube him up and Chris nearly had a fit when Simon pushed the nozzle of the lube tube through his sphincter and injected the lubricant into his rectum. By now we were all rock hard, Chris included, and I quickly rolled on a condom, lubed up my fuck stick and went over to the table to begin operations.
Poor Chris was trembling with fear when I pulled his legs over my shoulders and pressed my cock to his fuck hole, but he braced himself and waited for what he clearly thought was the worst!
“Relax Chris,” I told him “you are about to lose your anal virginity. You know it had to happen sometime and that sometime is right now! So why not just lie back and enjoy it. You may be amazed what a great experience it is. I’m not going to hurt you,” and I started immediately to pressure his sphincter gently with my cock.
As soon as I felt a slight relaxation in his muscle, I thrust the full length of my cock into him in one smooth stroke. Chris moaned and said it hurt, but I pressed on and started a slow and gentle fuck, which I increased in amplitude and speed as time went on and when I finally shot my wad of cum, Chris moaned with delight, had an orgasm himself and covered my chest with his cum.
Before Chris had time to do anything, Simon and I flipped him over on to his face so that he was bent over the table and Simon who meantime had lubed himself up entered Chris again from the rear. I went round the table and thrust my rock hard cock into Chris’s mouth and Simon and I managed to climax together so that Chris had our cum shot into him at both ends simultaneously.
We were all somewhat exhausted after this marathon session and sat down at the table, where Bruno had meantime placed some soft drinks. It turned out that Bruno had been watching us work on Chris and as he walked away after leaving the drinks on the table, he gave us a thumbs up sign of approval.
We asked Chris how he felt and to our surprise, he said he felt great. He had never imagined that having is butt fucked could be so exhilarating and wondered now why he had been so shy about sex before. As we both told him, he had just had a baptism of fire by two of the best cocks in the business and that we were delighted that he felt so good about it.
But his initiation was not yet over, for he had never himself fucked anybody.
“Don’t you feel now?” I asked him, “that you want to give your own cock some similar exercise to that which you have just experienced?”
“Well,” he said, “I have to say that now I have had my first taste to gay sex, I would not mind at all, but whom am I supposed to fuck?”
“Chris,” I said, “don’t be so naïve, Simon and I are here to serve you. We started by taking your virginity as it is the most aggressive of the acts, but our butts are now at your disposal: that is what we are here for, to help you get over your timidity and learn how to make the most of your equipment, which, by the way, is terrific. Come on; make a start on my hole.”
Simon showed Chris how to lube my anus, how to put a condom on his own cock and apply the necessary lubricant. I then asked him how he would like to take me, face up or face down. We settled for face up, the position in which I had started with him and this young stud, who two hours earlier had been so utterly timid and had never dipped his wick into anything other than the bath water, suddenly lost all his inhibitions and showed himself to be a first rate fucker. He thrust his cock in and out of my hole as if there was to be no tomorrow: he just pumped me as hard as he could. I have to say that I was very pleasantly surprised, for I really appreciate being given a good hard fuck my and I was amazed that Chris, as an absolute beginner was being so very forceful.
He had no problem in reaching a climax and I let him shoot is wad deep into me.
Simon then offered Chris his butt to fuck, this time face down and again Chris started to perform valiantly but by way of a surprise as everything was going so well, I decided to give Chris a shock and pushed my cock deep into his anus. So there the three of us were; Chris was shafting Simon and I was shafting Chris in what is called a tandem fuck. Chris let out a howl of surprise as I entered in, but did not resist and I grabbed his buttocks so that I could maintain my position. I told Chris that he and I would now pump in a coordinated rhythm and try both to climax at the same moment.
Chris turned out to be a guy of totally hidden talents and we were both able to cum simultaneously, before we all collapsed laughing on the floor. So there you have it, in a morning, between breakfast and lunch, Simon and I had turned the shy retiring Chris into a self-confident and vigorous young fucker. He said to us immediately afterwards that he had not realised what a pleasure it was to fuck and wondered why he had been so shy about it until now.
“I don’t know what my father intended you to do for me but my sincerest thanks for pulling me out of the hole of despair I was in. I wonder if he had any incline of what you guys might do to me to pull me into the real world of gay sex. I’ll bet he had no idea!”
At this, I looked at Simon and we both gave a small smile. Christ clearly had no idea of what our relationship with is father was. And that was the way it was going to remain. It is a fact that sex is something one somehow, quite wrongly, thinks; one’s parents do not indulge in. I am sure that were Chris to find out that we were servicing his father’s arse he would be quite horrified. I know I would be in the same situation.
“Fucking, my dear Chris,” I said to him, “as I have said many times in the past, is a toy which never fails to please. We still have a whole week in front of us, not to forget this afternoon so who knows what will happen?” And with that we went to have a shower, followed by some lunch which Bruno had prepare for us on the terrace.
To be continued