Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2009 11:15:51 +1030 From: Jon Jay Subject: PART 2 OF MAL DAVIDSON Part 2. Excited and Spunked I took Jays advice. When I arrived at McDonalds, 5 minutes late, I was wearing T-shirt, shorts and thongs - and so was Jay. My balls were hanging loose. They ached slightly. Loaded with spunk, specially saved up for the occasion. If I got the chance, I wanted to impress Mal Davidson with the size of my load. Jay led the way. It was a fifteen minute walk before we arrived at a recently built multi- story block of flats. We ignored the guy behind a desk marked Reception and strode purposefully to the lifts. Jay pressed 8 and we silently sailed upwards. We stopped outside a dark blue door bearing the number 83 and Jay pressed the bell-push. `Take my advice and don't act too eager or pushy', Jay said in a low voice just before the door was opened by Mal Davidson. He was dressed in a loose fitting silk dressing gown which barely reached his knees. It was tied loosely with a silken cord. `Hi guys,' he greeted us and held the door open until we had entered a short hallway which opened on to a dimly lit sitting room. A sofa upholstered in green leather faced a large wall mounted TV with a large flat screen and a long glass topped coffee table. To the left was an eatery, the other side of which was the kitchen and to the left, a desk, sideboard and some well stocked bookshelves. `Make yourselves comfortable and take a seat,' Mal said gesturing at the sofa and grinning a welcome. Yes, definitely handsome I thought. `You guys like a drink? I've got a new liquor. I think its from Inner Mongolia.' Before either of us could reply, Mal disappeared into the kitchen and we sat beside each other on the soft sofa. A minute or so later, he reappeared and placed a tray holding three small glasses and a frosted squat dark bottle bearing a red label on which words were inscribed in Chinese like lettering I did not recognise. `I don't drink very much,' I told him. `I'm sure you will like this,' he told me as he filled the three small glasses then moved round to our side of the coffee table. `Room for me?' he asked and sat down between me and Jay. We moved to make room for him but not too much room. I wanted his body to make contact with me. `The supplier tells me that to enjoy this stuff, you should take some into your mouth and wait until your tongue begins to tingle, then rinse all parts of your mouth with it before letting it trickle down your throat. Makes you relaxed and happy ... And if it doesn't, I'm going to demand my money back!' he said grinning a us. I emptied half the glass into my mouth. It tasted cool and very sweet, something like nectarine. After a few seconds, my tongue did begin to tingle. I washed the liquid around my mouth and waited until it too felt tingly all over before swallowing a little. It gave me a sensation of warmth as it passed down my throat, into my stomach, the warmth spread slowly to my abdomen and down towards my groin. I swallowed what remained in my mouth, then drained the glass and swallowed that as well. Mal was right, it did make me feel relaxed and carefree, to the point that I was not in the least concerned if Mal saw the effect it was having on me. I knew only too well the tingling sensation I now felt in my groin, a feeling which I knew would be followed by my penis slowly swelling, growing in size as it became firmer and more erect. Perhaps this effect was due to the way Mal's knee pressed against my lower thigh. I felt a slight dizziness and grinned at Mal as the feling of contentment spread over me. With exaggerated care, I placed my glass on the coffee table. `Did the drink relax you or should I ask for my money back?' he asked us. Jay said it made him feel a bit sleepy. `Does it make you feel sleepy?' he asked me. I shook my head. `Makes me feel I'm getting a hard-on' I told him, strangely unconcerned about saying so. `And you feel happy about that?' `Sure, its a nice feeling' I told him. `Doesn't look very hard,' he said. `You think I should give it some help?' I nodded. Mal raised his arms, placing a hand on Jays and my shoulders and as he did so, his silk dressing gown slid from his body revealing the full length of his torso, the skin slightly shiny, smooth and hairless. Even his crotch was completely smooth and hairless. Well developed pecs, just the hint of abs and firm muscular thighs -- a good body. His penis was not hard but then again, it wasn't soft either. His long fingers began to stroke the nape of my neck, adding to the warm tingling stimulus of the liquor which I could now feel in my balls. I think it was the combination of seeing his naked body and the sensation of his finger tips on the back of my neck that produced in me that familiar feeling of arousal. It grew stronger, my cock began to stir. I was definitely going to get an erection. I raised my buttocks and pulled at the waistband of my shorts and slid them down to my ankles. Mal helped me remove my T shirt and he pushed me back until I was reclining on the sofa, naked, not in the least embarrassed by the sight of my growing erection. It felt so `normal' to be siting there aroused and not having to hide or feel ashamed of my sexual orientation. I was secure in the company of men who felt as I did. They were going to have sex with me and I was quite relaxed about it, a prospect which excited me. To be touched, fondled by a gentle man like Mal and to be able to respond freely, naturally, felt sooo good. It was what my dreams were made of. I might only be 17 but I didn't think I was a fool and had reasoned that if Jay was gay -- as I had suspected for some time -- and had enjoyed sex with Mal Davidson, I could safely do the same. So here I was, erect and proud of it but less than certain about what I should do next. `Give me a kiss.' Mal asked in a low husky voice. He lowered his face towards me. Our lips met and parted and I felt the warmth of his tongue enter my mouth. I pushed his tongue back, explored his mouth with my own tongue, tasting him, so excited by it that I heard myself moan, no, whimper with pleasure. Mal drew back, turned towards Jay and began kissing him. It was the first time I had kissed a man and it seemed to give my erection an extra firmness. My penis was hard and felt tingly. I knew it would not soften again until I had shot my spunky load. Mal stopped stroking my neck and I felt the pressure of his hand as he pulled my head down towards his left nipple. I needed no encouragement and little guidance. My tongue was soon licking his peck, then sucking on his nipple. Instinctively my right hand moved to his thighs, then up between them until my fingers found his balls hanging loose in their sack. I opened my eyes and looked down at his crotch. His penis stood proudly, almost vertically erect and was a bit bigger than my own six and a bit inches. Jay began sucking on Mals' other nipple. I wanted to lick his erection and was about to lower my lips onto its bulbous head when he pulled both of us away from his body. `Come on Jason, why are you the only one with clothes on?' Jay fumbled with his clothing and within sixty seconds, he was naked and we were admiring each others bodies, touching each other and slyly comparing the size of our erections. `Are we going to laze around here doing nothing? Or are you guys coming into the bedroom where, if you are very good and ask nicely, I may help you get your rocks off.' Mal asked. Almost as one, the three of us got to our feet and Ml led us to his bedroom. It was a spacious room dominated by a large bed. Built into one of the walls was a lage floor to ceiling mirror, the only part of the room which was lit. Two spots shone their bright light from the ceiling. The floor in front of the mirror was covered by the black plastic sheeting. It looked like a garbage bag split down one side and pulled outward. It was towards this that Mal led us. The three of us stood on the black plastic looking at the reflection of our aroused bodies in the mirror, admiring our fit bodies, our fat erections, wondering what Mal intended. We did not wonder for long. Mal positioned Jay and me so that we were facing each other then moved us closer together until our bodies were almost touching. He had each of us place one hand on each of his shoulders and the other hand on each others shoulder. Then he took hold of our erections, pulling them down to the horizontal, manoeuvring us until the head of our cocks were pressing against each other. I could feel Jays pre-cum flow on to the head of my hard penis. Mal placed his right hand over the point where the heads of our erections pressed against each other. Very slowly, he moved his hand, stroking from left to right, then right to left, drawing our foreskins back and forth over the tingling heads of our cocks, slowly masturbating us. The sensations in the heads of our cocks gradually grew more intense - something I sensed from the tightening grip of Jays hand on my shoulder and which Mal too must have sensed from the increasing pressure of our hands on his shoulders. When he detected an increase in the pressure of our hands, he slowed the stroking motion of his hand, then after a pause, increased the speed slightly until we were again gasping with pleasure, watching the movement of his hand, feeling the pre-cum leaking from our erections. I was getting close to cumming but I could see from the expression on Jays face, eyes narrowing to slits, nostrils flaring and lips slightly parted, that he was a lot closer to shooting his load than I was. Mal's hand stroked more slowly but kept in relentless motion, even when Jay began to moan with pleasure and mutter that he was `cummmmming sooooon'. The sudden tightness of his hand on my shoulder should have told me that he had reached his climax and was shooting spunk. But I was so excited by what Mal was doing to us and the growing sensations in the head of my penis that I did not realise, even when his moans grew louder that he was shooting. It was when his white spunk began seeping between Mal's fingers, falling on to the black plastic sheet, that I realised that Jay was shooting his load. That and the warmth of his cream forcing its way over the head of my penis. Within a minute the sensations were too much for Jay and he pulled away with a staggering motion, holding on to Mal to keep himself upright. Mal drew my body in front of his and I watched in the mirror as he continued to slowly masturbate me. I watched in the mirror, seeing my balls rising on either side of my erection, a sure sign that I had passed the point of no return. Lubricated with Jays cum, the sensations grew stronger and I groaned with pleasure as the first jet of spunk flew from the tip of my penis and landed on the mirror. Mal kept his hand in motion, drawing my foreskin back down the shaft of my erection then back up again, until it covered the head, then back down again. Another ribbon of spunk squirted on to the mirror. Back and forth went his hand, back and forth, coaxing a third, then a fourth stream of cream from the now super-sensitive head of my penis as my thighs tightened and my body pressed backwards against Mal's naked torso. His long fingers squeezed the shaft of my cock. I moaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain and watched as he drew out the last of my spunk. `Feel better now?' has asked, his lips near my left ear, nibbling. `Oh, yeah,' I replied feeling limp and spent, though my cock remained, as it always did, more hard than soft, even though my balls felt nicely drained. `Want to have a bit of a lie-down?' Mal asked. Jay and I both nodded and Mal led us to the oversize bed which dominated the room. To my surprise, Jay pulled part of the quilt covering the bed over his body and after a minute or so, his eyes closed and he was asleep. Mal and I lay on the bed on our sides, me with my back to him, his arm curling over me, finger and thumb of his right hand playing first with one of my nipples then with the other. It was stimulating and he soon had both my nubs hard. We stayed that way for over an hour, huis caresses stimulating me to produce more spunk. Jay slept peacefully. `Is this the first time you've had sex with a man?' he asked knowingly. `Been jerked off before but I've never been naked with another guy like this.' I told him. `Would you like to have sex with me? Its OK if you would prefer not to you know.' His hand moved lower and began moving my balls, then stroked the sensitive area behind them. It was too soon for me to get hard again but I was enjoying the pleasure of what he was doing. `Hmmm,' I told him. `Is that a yes?' `Yeah,' I said. `In that case, we must make this a special occasion, so you will remember it as your introduction to gay sex, `How long does it take you to recharge the batteries?' he asked as he snuggled against me. `Depends,' I said evasively, knowing they had already re-charged. `Depends on what?' `How well my spunk has been drained. Sometimes, I'm ready to shoot another load in an hour, sometimes longer.' `Really? I take 2 or 3 hours or so unless I'm really stimulated. And did I drain you well? `It was lovely,' I assured him. `Especially when you squeezed out the last of my spunk. I wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure but I do know it was nice.' `Do you want to have a little sleep?' he asked. `No,' I told him and nodded agreement when he asked if I would like to have a shower. We got up and he led the way, an arm around my waist. The shower cubicle was the largest I had ever seen and had two shower heads which Mal turned on and adjusted until the water was warm rather than hot. When our bodies were soaked, we began soaping each other, his long fingers pulling gently on my balls which were once again hanging low in their sack. Mal drew back my foreskin and slid a soapy hand from my balls up the shaft to the tip of my cock. I gasped with pleasure and did the same to his own penis, watching with pleasure as it responded by getting harder. I rinsed the soap from his growing member and it got even harder. Mal gently pulled my hand away. His cock was fully erect and stood almost vertical. My own was getting quite firm and I knew that I would soon be able to orgasm again and shoot a lot more spunk. We dried each others bodies, he with graceful firm movements, me with inexperience and fumbling somewhat. He led me back to the bedroom. Jay was still asleep and Mal suggested we go back to the lounge to avoid disturbing him. Mal grabbed a jar of KY and we returned to the lounge. He pulled a lever at the side of the sofa and its back folded down so that it was level with the seating and doubled its area, forming a leather covered bed. Mal sat down and pulled me closer until I was standing in front of him, my soft penis wanting to be stimulated by him until it was hard again, even though in was barely 30 minutes ago that he had masturbated me until I had shot my load. To be continued as Part 3. Your suggestions or comments always welcome. Please post to JonJay9@hotmail.com