Date: Fri, 7 Aug 2009 16:32:07 +0100
From: Sherby <sherbymail@googlemail.com>
Subject: Extra Curricular PE (Part Three)

This story is entirely fictional; none of the events ever took place to the
best of my knowledge. Anything that seems familiar is entirely
accidental. The story describes male-to-male sexual activity. If that's not
your cup of tea, then please don't read this.  Otherwise, enjoy - and
please send your comments, suggestions, etc. to sherbymail@googlemail.com

Part Four to follow soon.

This is the third part in a series. I hope you enjoy it.

Extra-curricular PE
(Part Three)

No, of course I didn't sleep much! How could I have done? I'd wandered home
in a daze the night before, just having the presence of mind to make sure
that my cum- filled tracksuit and underwear were pushed far enough down the
washing basket to avoid suspicion when I got in. It was strange being in
the company of my parents at the moment; I obviously had such a massive
amount going on in my head, none of which I could possibly share with
them. I tried to act as normal as possible but it was so hard, I didn't
feel like their little boy any more. I was sharing experiences with an
amazing, sexy man - my teacher - and they couldn't know what that meant to
me.  Friday night was spent quietly, we had a take away and then I excused
myself to play on my PS3 in my room. A bit of mindless nonsense was what I
needed but the images from the afternoon kept returning to my head; these
weren't just stolen glimpses anymore. Mr Jarrett had offered his body for
my examination - I had touched practically every part of his hairy
manliness in ways I'd never even dared to dream possible.

I'd already primed my parents that I would stay at a friend's and that I'd
be out for most of the day. The fact that I was sixteen and they were
generally pretty laid back meant that no tricky questions were asked. I
used a friend who lived far enough away from us that there would be no
chance of them bumping into each other. I was up fairly early and so spent
some time in the bathroom making sure that I was clean and looked OK. I had
a long, hot shower and spent plenty of time on my cock and balls. I also
spent quite a bit of time washing my arse, trying to get water up there to
make sure it was as clean as possible. This made me a bit nervous; I didn't
actually know how far things would go later today and I'd never had as much
as a finger near my arse before. It was scary and exciting at the same time
and even thinking about it made my cock begin to lengthen. I was pretty
sure that Mr Jarrett wouldn't expect me to do anything I didn't want to do
though which helped to relieve some of my anxiety.  I was really tempted to
have a nice, slow wank whilst I was in the shower but decided to resist, I
wanted to make sure that my balls were as full as possible for later.

I took some time to consider what to wear and eventually settled for jeans
and a polo shirt, I wanted to feel comfortable but knew that the polo shirt
was a good fit and showed off my body. I put on some of my newest
underwear, some boxer briefs which showed off my packet and my arse
nicely. These were things I'd never really considered much before and it
added to the excitement that I was dressing to impress someone else. I
squirted a bit of aftershave on, made sure I'd used deodorant, packed a
change of clothes for Sunday then checked myself out in the mirror. I
looked OK, I reckoned. Then I looked at the clock on bedside table -
10.00am! I was ready ridiculously early, 4 hours to sit around! Needless to
say they were a very long four hours, spent pacing around my room, trying
to distract myself in as many ways as possible. I actually headed out of
the house at 1.45, with that nervous butterfly feeling in my stomach.

I arrived at school just a few minutes early and saw Mr Jarrett already
waiting by the gates next to his car which was a black, sporty Mini. He
smiled as he saw me approach and moved round to open the passenger door for
me. It's almost impossible to convey how handsome he looked. He was wearing
a really crisp, white shirt, the top couple of buttons of which were open,
so that his dark hairy chest could be seen.  The shirt, though long
sleeved, was rolled up to his elbows and so his tanned hairy forearms were
on display; an expensive looking silver watch hung on his wrist. His shirt
was tucked into a pair of dark blue, well-fitted jeans which accentuated
his large packet. His outfit was completely by a pair of chunky brown boots
and the effect was one of indisputable masculinity. As he leaned over to
open the door I caught a waft of his aftershave which was heady and musky,
I breathed in audibly as he leaned back.  He smiled as he went around to
the driver's side,

"How are you doing, sexy? You're looking good. I see you've brought your
bag; does that mean you're good to stay over?"

"Yes, it's no problem at all, sir - don't have to be back until late
tomorrow!"

"Good stuff, well, let's make a move then."

Now, I know this bit is going to sound stupid but there was something
really sexy about the way Mr Jarrett drove. He was just really relaxed,
chatting as he drove, whilst a Groove Armada CD played in the background. I
know it's over the top, but seeing the way he effortlessly changed gear and
manoeuvred his car through the Saturday traffic was a real turn on. We
drove for some twenty minutes to an area outside of town that had been
recently developed with a number of converted factories and mills beside
the canal basin. Mr Jarrett leaned out of his window and waved a fob
against an entry gate which then opened, leading the car down into a car
park beneath the building. He parked up the car, then leaned over and
grabbed my bag for me from the back seat.

"This looks like a really nice place, sir. How long have you lived here?" I
asked as we walked towards the lift.

"Oh, about 18 months I think. I lived with my parents for a couple of years
after Uni so I was able to save for the deposit on this place."

He pressed the button for the sixth floor and we ascended towards it. There
was palpable excitement in the lift and it took all my willpower not to
reach out and touch him and I sensed he was exercising the same
control. We'd both gone silent since getting in the lift, then we looked at
each other at the same time and both burst out laughing. Mr Jarrett shook
his head,

"Hey, don't worry, we'll get into my flat and we can both relax a bit!"

We exited the lift and crossed the corridor to the flat door which Mr
Jarrett opened.  The flat was gorgeous, really modern and tastefully
decorated but with lots of original features, like exposed bricks and pipe
work. He led us both into the lounge which had large floor-to-ceiling
windows which allowed views across the city. He dropped my bag near the
door and asked if I wanted a drink,

"You can have a soft drink or maybe you'd like a beer? I'm going have one."

I agreed that sounded good so he went through to the kitchen to get
them. Whilst he was gone I looked around, taking in my surroundings. His
taste was clearly for the minimal, there was a distinct lack of clutter. A
large plasma TV was fixed to the wall opposite the large cream corner
sofa. A large book case was on the opposite wall which was neat and
relatively sparse. A series of black and white photos were on the wall,
which when I looked appeared to be of various European cities. He came back
through as I was studying them, brandishing two chilled bottles of beer.

"Here you go. Ah, looking at the photos eh? What do you think?"

"They're really good, sir, did you take them?"

"I did actually. I went on a trip around Europe in my gap year and these
are just a few photos that I took. You want to sit down?"

I took a swig of beer then moved to join him on the sofa. He proceeded to
kick off his boots and indicated that I could do the same with my
trainers. As we start back on the sofa, drinking our beers I was aware that
the tension I'd felt in the lift was beginning to return. We both leaned
forward at the same time to put our beers on the coffee table in front of
us and our hands brushed together. I looked at him and bit my lip
nervously, he smiled back and said,

"It's a bit strange being off school grounds isn't it? I think I know what
might help us relax a little bit. I'd like to kiss you if that's OK with
you?"

I nodded my assent and moved towards him on the sofa. He turned me so that
my body was facing towards him, and like the previous afternoon took my
head gently in his hands. I closed my eyes as he moved his mouth towards
mine and breathed in the sexy scent of his aftershave. I felt his lips
press firmly against mine but this time he held them here for longer. I
then felt his tongue press against my lips and probe for an opening, I
opened my lips slightly and allowed his tongue to invade my mouth, my
tongue wrapped around his and I could taste his saliva mixing with
mine. I'd brought my hands up onto his arms and squeezed his biceps through
his shirt as we kissed. It was absolutely sensational. After a few minutes
(or was it hours, days?) he broke away from my mouth and held my head in
his hands. I opened my eyes and saw him staring down at me, the beautiful
blue of his eyes vivid in the daylight.

"You, Simon, are the most beautiful thing in the world, you know that?"

He then leaned forward again, but this time placed gentle kisses on my
eyelids and the tip of my nose and my chin before returning to kiss me
gently on the lips. His hand reached round to cradle my head and his kisses
became more passionate, his tongue probing deep into my mouth. It was like
when he'd kissed me yesterday, all there was in the world at this moment
was him and me - all of my senses were trained on him, I could smell his
masculine scent, taste his saliva in my mouth, hear his murmurs, feel his
strong grip on me and look into his clear blue eyes. You could forget
drugs, this was surely the most intense high possible?

After several minutes of this, he released my head and pulled back. I
licked my lips, wanting to retain the taste of him. He let out a contented
sigh, took a gulp of his beer, and then sat back the sofa. I did the same,
moving with some discomfort as my cock was hard and struggling in the
constraints of my jeans. I looked down at Mr Jarrett's crotch and saw that
he was in a similar position. He reached down to grab and adjust his packet
and grinned,

"Well! No-one could accuse us of not turning each other on, could they? You
are a really good kisser, Simon; really good!"

I smiled back and also took a moment to try and manoeuvre my cock to a more
comfortable angle in my jeans,

"I've never been kissed like that before, sir. It was amazing, thank you!"

"Thank you? Did you really just say thank you? You still don't get it do
you? You think I'm doing this as some kind of favour. Simon, you are a
beautiful young man.  You turn me on so much; I don't know how to convince
you. Right, come on. Come with me."

He stood up and held out his hand to me, which I took. He then led me
through to his bedroom. This was a large room which thick, cream carpet on
the floor. Dark wooden blinds were at the window which had been angled
partially shut so that the room was fairly dark. A large bed was the
dominant feature of the room, at least king-sized I would guess. This was
backed by an over-sized headboard in similar wood to the blinds. The
bedding was crisp and white and the duvet and pillows looked plump and
luxurious. As we moved towards the bed, he turned me to face him,

"Right, I'm going to take some time to show you how beautiful you are, OK?
You don't have to do anything, you just have to listen."

He was looking down at me with such sincerity and something else; something
indefinable, I had never been looked at in the same way by anyone
before. It was with such intensity that I should have felt awkward but I
didn't, I felt incredibly special. He stepped back slightly then reached
for the base of my polo shirt, which he then pulled off over my head. He
briefly brushed the back his hand against my chest before continuing down
to my belt buckle. He undid this before unbuttoning my jeans, with a little
struggle. He eased my jeans past my bulging packet and pushed them to
floor, before lifting each leg on at a time and kicking my jeans out of the
way. He then removed each of my socks and stepped back to look at me
appraisingly. Again, I should have felt uncomfortable; I was now standing
practically naked in my PE teacher's bedroom with a massive hard on
straining against my white underwear.

"Stunning! Just stunning!" he exclaimed.

He then firmly, but gently moved me backwards on the bed, by placing his
hands under my arms and half lifting me up. I lay looking up at him as he
removed his watch and placed it on the bedside table. I expected this to be
the precursor to him undressing himself but he remained fully clothed as he
lay down on the bed beside me. I was fairly low down on the bed and so he
reached underneath me, scooped me up and moved me so that my head was on
one of the pillows.

"OK, now let me show you how sexy you are. You just lie there!"

He then placed gentle kisses along my collar bone and across my shoulders;
he took my hands in his and raised them above my head. He then planted a
series of kisses along the inside of each of my arms until he reached my
armpits,

"Mmmmm...beautiful," he murmured almost to himself, "look at these sexy
little bushes."

This time rather than planting kisses, he licked each one, flattening the
hairs down with his large tongue. He nuzzled into them, and then gentled
nipped on the hairs, tugging on them with his teeth before returning to
licking and nuzzling them. I could never have conceived how this would feel
and I began to writhe and moan as his tongue rubbed against them. I'd
always been drawn to armpits visually, they always struck me as a sign of
virility and from a fairly young age seeing a hairy armpit on a handsome
man had intrigued and fascinated me. Seeing hairs develop in my classmates
had become something of an obsession for me, I was always trying to catch
sight of who was developing the fastest, whose hair was the thickest and
bushiest. My own hair had developed a little later than most of my
classmates but was now quite dark and prominent against my olive skin, not
very thick, but quite long and silky. For all my visual fascination with
armpits though, I'd had no idea that the sort of attention Mr Jarrett was
now paying to them could generate the paroxysms of pleasure that it was.

After several minutes of this he moved his head down my chest and returned
to placing his gentle kisses on me. He moved to my nipples and started to
lick them and tease the nubs with the tip of his tongue. This felt strange
and exciting and I felt my nipples begin to harden. My nipples were pretty
small, nowhere near like the prominent nubs of Mr Jarrett, but as I looked
down I saw them sticking out and reacting to his ministrations. Whilst the
sensation was exciting, I got the impression that Mr Jarrett's nipples were
more sensitive than my, judging by his reaction yesterday afternoon. That's
not to say I wasn't really enjoying it, but I guessed that nipples
developed in sensitivity over time. Oh, how I longed to tear into his shirt
and find his nipples, hidden in their forest of fur and tease and kiss
them, oh to hear his moans when I sucked on them. But, not now. Now was his
time to explore my body...

He moved from my nipples and returned to kiss gentle kisses, each
specifically placed and precise. He kissed down my belly, and around my
belly button, dampening down the hairs that were around there with his
tongue. He looked up at me and grinned,

"Damn, Simon, look at your treasure trail, you've no idea how hot this
makes me.  This trail of soft, dark hair pointing me in the right
direction..."

At this he kissed my cock on the tip, through my underwear. This was
absolutely soaking by now, the white material almost transparent around my
cock, where the precum had pumped out. It was just one, quick peck and he
looked up to me with his mischievous smirk,

"No, not yet, sunshine. I've got plenty of work to do first!"

I smiled back as he by-passed my packet and kissed the inside of my
thighs. The gentle feel of his lips on my inner thighs, just below my balls
was just mind-blowing.  I thrust myself off the bed, arching my back in
ecstasy, totally lost in the moment. He was clearly keen to manage the pace
because he did not linger here for long; he glanced up with a knowing smile
then continued down the length of my legs. My legs had a light covering of
hair, which was thickening all the time and he spent some time smooth it
down, even blowing gently on them at one point. He now moved himself so
that he was kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, next to my
feet. He took one foot at a time and examined it carefully, bending it at
different angles. He then, slowly and deliberately placed kisses along the
arch of my foot, and then each of my toes.  When he kissed them all, he
then began to suck each one slowly, all the while looking up towards my
face. Unbelievable. Just amazing. To look down the length of the bed, past
my throbbing hard-on and to see Mr Jarrett staring back at me with my toes
in his mouth, to feel him roll them around in his mouth and tease in
between them was completely thrilling. As he worked on one foot the other
was twisting and contorting in pleasure. It was an experience I'd never
even considered - who would have thought that someone sucking on my feet
and toes could have felt so wonderful? He gave each of the soles of my feet
a final kiss, then pulled himself up and back onto the bed. He lay down
next to me, propped up on one elbow and smiled,

"Right, well, that's our little experiment complete. So, armpits, inner
thighs and feet I'd say were your main erogenous zones. Nipples not so much
yet. And we know about this bad boy don't we?"

He reached down and grabbed my cock through my underwear and briefly shook
it up and down,

"Bloody hell, this thing's like a leaky tap! You teenagers don't half
produce some precum, don't you?"

"To be honest, sir, I seem to remember yours producing quite a lot
yesterday!" I replied laughingly.

"Ah, getting cheeky are we now? I might just have to put you back in your
place, young man!"

With this, he rolled over and pinned me to the bed, his body raised up as
if he were about to do a press up. He had my arms raised above my head, and
brought his forehead down to meet mine. He stared intently into my eyes and
I could feel the heat of his breath on my mouth. A slow smile crept onto
his face as he began to move his crotch against mine. Although still
wearing jeans, his cock was hard and prominent and I could feel it as he
pressed it into mine, he then adjusted his position slightly so his packet
rubbed underneath my balls, rubbing slowly against the part between my
balls and arse. All the time, he continued to look deeply into my eyes and
smile. The feel of his hard cock rubbing in this area was incredibly
intense and the closeness of his face to mine was highly intimate. I was
suddenly aware that I had begun to move my body towards his, straining to
feel the pressure of his cock against me and pressing my head against his,
desperate for the most contact possible. I raised my mouth, my lips
slightly parted towards his mouth, he moved his mouth to mine, and then
pulled away. We repeated this teasing action twice before he allowed my
lips to press against his; he parted his lips slightly, and remained still
as he allowed my tongue to caress its way into his mouth. He let me take
the lead, responding as my tongue probed its way around his mouth, allowing
me to drink the saliva that poured back into mine. My hands reached around
his back and I could feel his broad shoulders through his shirt, could feel
his back as he undulated up and down, still pressing his packet near my
arse. I pulled him down onto me so that he was no longer in the press up
position but was now lying on top of me. I could tell that he was tensing
his body so his full weight was not on me. He then used his knees to push
my legs apart and to thrust harder against me, my legs wrapped around his
and I used them to pull him deeper against me. We began to generate a
rhythm, him thrusting and me writhing under him, I was clinging tighter on
his back and began to moan.  Suddenly without warning he stopped, pulled
his mouth from mine and rolled off me, as I looked at him stunned, he
smiled,

"Whoa soldier! If we're going to do that, I'm going to have to take these
jeans off, otherwise I'm going to snap my cock in two! You are such a sexed
up little bugger!  Now, come and give me a hand to get my clothes off."

I shook my head in mock-disbelief and sat up. I reached for the buttons on
his shirt and undid them, one by one. Oh, that chest! The hair thick and
matted, just slightly damp in the centre where his exertions had generated
some sweat. I pushed his shirt back off his shoulders and down his
arms. Every time I saw his armpits my cock jumped. They were just
beautiful. Again, the hairs here were a little damp but not enough to stop
his thick bushes fluffing up. Seeing him sitting here against the white
bedding, still in his jeans made me realise how tanned he was and the dark
hair on his chest only accentuated this. I could hold back no longer
though. I'd been picturing his nipples since he'd worked on mine and I had
to reach forward and play with them. I squeezed each one between a thumb
and forefinger and felt them harden with my touch. Mr Jarrett's eyes
widened and he grinned,

"Oh-ho-ho! Someone's a fast learner! I could sit here and let you do that
for maybe 24 hours, but this isn't solving the bigger problem. Denim isn't
the most giving material and my cock has been straining to get out for
about an hour!"

He gently moved my hands away from his nipples and stood up from the
bed. He pulled me up by hands so that I was standing in front of him. He
was so tall and strong looking; I always felt smaller when I was next to
him, but I also felt safe and protected. Without waiting for a prompt I
reached for his belt buckle and undid his belt. I reached inside his jeans
and felt the head of his cock almost reaching over his waistband. I
unpopped the fasteners and pulled his jeans down over his chunky, hairy
thighs. He used his feet to pull the jeans fully off and stepped out of
them. Now, he was just standing in front of me in his white sports socks
and a jockstrap. I had never seen someone actually in a jockstrap in person
before. We didn't have to wear them for sport at school and though I'd seen
a few pictures I had no idea of the effect that it would have. His huge
erect cock was straining and pulling the material up, the contrast of his
dark hairy thighs and the hair on his belly against the whiteness of the
material was stunning. He grinned and slowly pivoted so that I could see
the whole effect. I don't think I'd ever realised just how revealing these
things were - as he turned his whole sexy arse came into view; pert, tight,
and covered with downy black hair. I noticed, with a smile, that he was
clenching his buttocks as he turned make his cheeks look even firmer and
harder. I was entranced and completely in awe of this beautiful man. I
wanted to feel his hard, hairy body against mine, I wanted to touch and
smell and taste every part of him.

A wave of emotion came over me, from my feet to my head all I could feel
was an aching desire, a lust for this man. I was physically incapable of
holding back, I threw myself down onto my knees and pressed my face into
his crotch. I was met with a heady mix of smells: a clean laundry smell, a
fresh smell - maybe from soap or shower gel, and a musky male smell from
his crotch. It was utterly intoxicating. I was vaguely aware of Mr Jarrett
murmuring above me as I pressed myself into him. I couldn't hold back any
longer, I reached forward for the waistband of his jock strap and pulled it
down over his cock. His cock sprang into view and I pulled his jock strap
down his legs. His cock looked like it had been sculpted - every vein
looked like granite, it looked so solid that it couldn't possibly be just
flesh. It was straining so hard and erect that I couldn't see the tip from
my position on the floor, I raised myself onto my haunches and gripped the
shaft firmly so that I could angle it towards me.  His foreskin was peeled
back and his shiny, purple head crowned his magnificent shaft. There
glistening at the tip was the pearl of precum I knew would be there. I
angled his cock towards my lips and brought my tongue to meet the tip. I
tasted the salty/sweet tang on the precum which left his cock in a thin,
fragile string. It wasn't enough, this was like a drug now, I had to taste
more, I slowly brought my lips over the head of his cock and gently moved
it around in my mouth. The angle I was at meant that I couldn't take much
of his cock into my mouth without bending it, which I didn't think was wise
under the circumstances. I released the tip from my mouth and licked the
underside of his shaft up to the head. I now heard a sharp intake of breath
above and I looked up at Mr Jarrett. He was staring down at me, his cheeks
slightly flushed, he shook his head and smiled,

"Oh my God! Where did you learn to do that? Have you any idea how good that
feels? Come on, you sexy little bastard, get onto the bed with me."

He offered his hand to me and pulled me up from my feet. I suddenly felt as
if I'd overstepped the mark, should I have just done that, was I moving
things on too fast?  Mr Jarrett lay back on the bed, one arm behind his
head, he patted the bed next to him with his other hand,

"Well? Are you going to join me up here or not?"

I hesitated and a wave of uncertainty crossed my face,

"I'm sorry, sir. Was I wrong to just do that?"

"Oh my God! I am going to have to kill you! It was fucking amazing, if I
hadn't stopped you for a minute I would have shot my load all over your
face. We've got all day and night and I want us to come together for the
first time. Not take your underwear off and get your sexy little arse on
this bed, now!"

I smiled, my moment of doubt washed away by his assurances. I pulled off my
underwear, with some difficulty and climbed up onto the bed next to him. He
wrapped his arm around me and brought me close to him. Tentatively I
brought my arm up so it rested on his chest, my head was up near his armpit
and I snuggled into the crook of his arm. I looked up into his eyes and he
bent down to kiss me. He reached across and grabbed my cock which had now
been so hard for so long it was almost sore. He angled his body slightly
and took both our cocks in his hand at the same time, rubbing them against
each other. His was somewhat larger and thicker than mine but mine stood up
well to comparison. He took the tip of his and wiped it across the tip of
mine so that our precum mingled and coated both our heads with clear, slick
juice. He released his cock and brought my hand up to it, he wrapped his
hand around mine and began a wanking motion, which he mimicked with his own
hand on my cock. He then released my hand so that we were both wanking each
others' cocks, matching each others' rhythm. We were both in complete
synergy; he had his left arm behind his head, I had my right arm behind
mine. We were transfixed; staring down from one cock to the other, I loved
seeing my cock held tightly in his manly hand and of course loved seeing
his large, throbbing cock in my smaller hand, which made him seem even
bigger. Our breathing was becoming laboured and I felt sweat trickling down
my face and from my pits, I felt my balls begin to tighten and my feet
tensed,

"Oh God, oh sir, I'm...I'm...going to..." I said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, yeah, come on Simon, I want to see you shoot your load, I'm getting
close, baby..."

I couldn't hold on any more, with a shudder I began to spurt thick strands
of spunk; Mr Jarrett angled my cock so that most of my spunk landed on his
belly and chest, the vivid milky-white shocking against his black fur. It
felt like it would never end and I was hardly aware that I was still
pumping hard on his cock. Seconds later, he let out a guttural moan and
arched his back as thick globs of spunk burst out of his own cock. I tried
to copy what he'd done and pulled his cock towards me so that it landed on
my stomach; not only did it hit there but I felt a blob land on my cheek
and past my head onto the pillow beside me.

"Bloody hell, that was fucking amazing!" he panted.

We were both lying, breathless as if we'd run for a bus, sweat pouring from
us and our faces flushes. We were both covered in trails of spunk like a
pornographic Jackson Pollock painting. The spunk already felt clammy and
cold and there was a faint, bleach-like smell in the air. He turned to me
and grinned,

"Oops, a bit that got away!"

Using his finger he wiped the spunk that had landed on my cheek off and
held it in front of my face. I smiled and leaned forward and took his
finger in my mouth, tasting the slightly bitter spunk on my tongue, sucking
his finger deeper in until it was clean.  He grinned lasciviously then used
the same finger to wipe up some of my spunk from his chest which he
proceeded to take into his own mouth,

"Mmmmmm...your juice tastes good, sexy boy. Come here and let me taste
myself in your mouth."

He pulled me towards him and kissed me, allowing our tongues to explore one
another's mouths, seeking the taste of each other's spunk, then finishing
with a series of tender kisses with our lips together.

"Well, much as I love your spunk on me, it's started to get cold. Wipe
yourself off this with."

He reached down beside the bed and pulled up a small towel which he handed
to me; I used it to wipe the spunk from my belly and the end of my cock. He
held out his hand for me to pass it to him but I used it to wipe my spunk
from him myself. The thick liquid made his hairs slick down and I fluffed
them back up again with the towel. I gently took his cock in the towel and
dried off the tip, he drew his breath in sharply, his cock was clearly
sensitive after having cum. Once I had dried up all of our cum, I handed
the towel back to him.

"Bloody hell, you even tidy up after yourself too. I think you can stick
around," he laughed.

I grinned and lay back down next to him. He reached over and put his arm
under my head then pulled me close,

"I don't know about you but I could do with another beer, then how do you
fancy taking a shower together? Get ourselves ready for round two, what do
you think? I like the thought of you all wet and hot next to me in the
shower. There's still a part of you that I've not given any attention to
yet..."

He reached over with his other hand and squeezed my arse then ran his
forefinger between my cheeks which were still slick with sweat, I wriggled
backwards and felt my face begin to flush with excitement. I knew what was
coming and I wanted it. I wanted to feel him inside me, feel as physically
connected to him as it was possible to be. This afternoon's fun was only
just beginning...

(To be continued)