Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 13:23:47 +1100 (EST) From: george Subject: Pro Bono 6 Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male/female sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Accolades, encouragement, suggestions, comments, and corrections are welcome and gladly accepted. Flames will be utterly ignored. dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au Chapter 6. I didn't sleep well that night, Tomas was talking in his dream all night in a foreign language, most likely his mother tongue. A couple of times he kicked me in his sleep. Must try to find him a place to stay as soon as possible. I was thinking in the darkness, thoughts went through my mind, asking myself questions, trying to interpret my feelings for Marrion, and coming to the realization why I was not willing to commit myself to marrying Marrion, even though she hinted often that's what she wanted. Sex with Marrion was adequate, but something was amiss, which I couldn't put my finger on what it was. I often blamed it on our inexperience with sex, I met her in the last year of my Uni, and she was my first and only girlfriend, she was a virgin, and so was I. My only sexual experience limited to that one night with Ben, and my almost daily masturbation. The bulk of my sex education came from watching porns. The curious thing was that I couldn't get myself to apply any of the techniques they showed in the porns on Marrion, I feared that she might be grossed out, you dirty bastard, where did you learn that from. I comprehended my feelings for Marrion was not love, our relationship was more like companionship, the sex was just part of the routine in dating game, perhaps the way I described it was a bit crude, but I just couldn't pretend any longer. Not after what happened between me and Tomas, and the memory of that night after I left Ben. When I walked away from Ben that night, a heavy sense of regret blanketed me, tears blinded me, I had this great pain in my chest, felt like my heart being cut open. I wished I could take back all those ugly words I said to him. I wanted to tell him he was still my best friend, but I didn't, I didn't want to hurt him, but I did, I wanted to say sorry, but I didn't, I didn't want to leave him, but I did, I should love him back, but I didn't. Why? Because I was a young fool, I was a coward, that's why. I walked away, away from friendship, happiness, and love. I walked home. I was a wreck the next morning, hang over and sadness was not a good mix. Mother asked me where Ben was as he was supposed to stay over at our place, our home was Ben's second home, he stayed at our place during many Summer holidays, and mother treated him as part of the family. I gave some lame excuses. Somehow I knew mother sensed something wasn't quite right between me and Ben, but she didn't pursue any further, she just put her arms around me, I started sobbing, I found shelter in her love, my pain eased just a little bit. She never asked me what actually happened, and I never mentioned Ben's name since. I never wanted to experience that pain ever again, my way of coping with the loss was to wipe Ben off my memory, I was doing OK, until now, the pain started to creep back, just a little bit. Then I dozed off. I woke up to the sound of distant car honks, and felt the heavy weight of Tomas's arm over my chest. I looked at the clock, it's already 9 a.m. I could hear him snoring gently, I snuggled up closer to him, felt his morning hard on poking at my side. Slowly I freed up one of my hand and with my thumb and index finger formed a ring around his knob, using the foreskin to slide gently up and down over it, then tentatively grabbed the whole trunk, explored it, measuring it, marveled at its thickness and length, until my palm reached the base and felt his coarse pubic hairs. I moved my palm further down, found his balls, amazed at their size, their weightiness. With my other hand I stroked his forearm, feeling the layer of thick hairs over it, running my fingers over the hairy knuckles, those long thick fingers, remembering the penetration, and the pleasure. Silently I thanked Tomas for showing me the way, helping me to understand my desires, my true feelings, and revealed to me what I'd missed, enough of lost time, much catching up to do, but how? I noticed the snoring stopped, I turned my head and looked into a pair of bluish green eyes, and a smiling face showing a row of white teeth. The room filled with the masculin smell emitted from us, reminded me of our locker room after soccer matches, the sweats, the steam, the odor, where so many lost opportunities of showering together with Ben. I pushed Tomas onto his back, leaned over on my elbow, looking down at him. I wanted to show him what I learned last night, and the techniques I dare not practised on Marrion. I kissed his eyelids lightly, brushed his lips with mine, tongued his earlobe, his neck, clockwise, anti-clockwise, he was moaning, I must be doing alright. I pushed his arm over his head, exposing a dense brown turf under his armpit, I covered it with my mouth, sucked the gland under it, he moaned louder, Ah, the smell of locker room. I alternated between each side of his armpits, I attacked his nipples with my fingers, I pinched them a little, rolled them a little, wetted them with my tongue, sucked on them gently, then hard. I had to ignore the belly button, because it was covered over by the red knob of his cock, I sniffed at it a little, licked off the drop of pre-cum from the tip, wetted it with my tongue, spread my spit over the spongy head, different kind of smell, not as strong as his armpits. I tasted the trunk like a ice bar, sucking inch by inch on its side. His pubic hairs were long and thick, the smell of his crotch not unlike his armpits, I had difficulty putting both of his balls into my mouth, eventually I managed to squeezed them in, I tried to get a look at his face, but my view was blocked by that column of flesh. I let go of his balls, lifted his legs over my shoulders, used my hand to lift the sac and exposed that little bud, hidden under a layer of fine curly dark hairs, I hesitated, no, no retreat, must soldier on. I pulled the hairs a bit with my teeth, probed the way his probed mine, circled the rim with the tip of my tongue, I heard a hoarse cry, followed by some muffled sound, grunting and snorting, with every swirl of my tongue I was rewarded with a groan, he was tight, but I pushed as far as my tongue could reach, crotch like smell, andfunky. I rubbed my cheeks and chin, with the overnight growth of beard, against the inside of his thighs and the flesh around the bud, he convulsed like someone received an electric shock, no no no he pleaded, no mercy from me. I let his legs down, shifted my body on top of one of his leg, riding it, rubbing my cock against it, getting friction from his hairs. I took hold of his cock, opened my mouth wide, barely managed to take in the spongy knob, and masturbated the trunk simultaneously. With my other hand, I found the tight little opening, slowly I pushed my finger in, wiggling around the rim, it was hot, it was tight. I found a little hard roundish lump inside, I massaged it with my finger tip, he was now yelling in Croatian, punctuated with my name in between. He was shaking, trying to expel my finger, trying to escape fom me, too fucking late, his battle was lost. The pulse started from the base of his cock, vibrated all the way upwards, when it reached the tip of his cock, I was rewarded with a massive ejeculaton in my mouth, coming thick and fast, I couldn't swallow all of them, some of it forced its way out of my mouth and dribbled down his cock. I was aware of my own imminent orgasm, I rode his leg with increased speed, when it arrived, I buried my face into his pubic hairs, the smells of musk and spunk filled my nostril, my body humping his leg like a dog on heat, pumping and humping, I let loose. No more pretense, no more feeling of shame, no more walking away. Many thanks, Tomas, for helping me finding James Menzie. After cleaning up, we went out to the local cafe for breakfast. When I reached page 5 of the Saturday morning paper, I was surprised to see the nude photo of Miss Sharlene the Cat Woman with her legs and arms stretched out facing the camera. The only modifications were the usual blank strip covering her breast and virgina. Next to her photo, was a picture of Tomas in his white T-shirt, with yours truly stood next to him. Headlined : Young stud escaped the clutch of Cat Woman. Text read like a self promo put out by Loin & Loin, a team of professional criminal lawyers from Long & Long headed by the brilliant James Menzie put the accuser and the prosecutor through the grinder, with their well researched evidences, the jury was so impressed that the acquittal verdict was reached within world record time, etc.etc.etc. Mmm, I must cut it out and start my scrapbook. I bet Johann had a hand in all this, but I wasn't complaining, on top of the Olympic ticket, perhaps a promotion might be on the way, or an generous adjustment of my remuneration package? I showed Tomas his picture and explained to him what was reported. He grinned from ear to ear, "Me look good, Mr. James, you good laywer" You forgot to mention "Mr. James you good cock sucker Me Tomas good teacher" Then something came to my mind, I had a solution for Tomas' living arrangement. I made a call on my mobile, all done. Next, Tomas' old job. We drove to Oxford St., parked my car outside Cafe J.O., Tomas went in and disappeared behind the kitchen door. I waited in my car and he reappeared 15 minutes later, he was all smiles and looked happy. "You got the job back?" "No, no job, boss say another man work now, maybe come back few week ask again, but all kitchen workers and boss shake hand, my picture in newspaper" That's why he looked happy, like a movie star, appeared in a porn flick featuring Tomas Baby Arm and Brilliant James Menzie the Bi Lawyer. Plan B. (To be continued.......)