Date: Sun, 7 May 2006 17:52:26 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: Peter's Clueless Seduction, Parts 1 to 5

This is a work of gay erotic fiction and is only suitable to be read by
adults.

Part 1

Nick and Peter had moved in together - strangers sharing a nice old
Victorian flat in the centre of town. Peter was a banker. He pushed himself
hard at work and the gym, always had a string of girlfriends, and was know
by all of his mates to play very hard indeed. But Nick was a more
mysterious guy, and Peter was curious to know more about him. Sure, he
liked his own space and that was no problem, but Peter couldn't understand
why such a seemingly confident, big built, happy, handsome guy had such an
introverted lifestyle. He could be like Peter if he wanted - they were both
young and clever and good looking and well built. Peter's girlfriends were
always interested in Nick when they met him, too interested for Peter's
liking and he was careful to make sure they didn't spend too much time
hanging around him. Nick flirted with them, but it was in a playful way,
not as if he was about to steal them. Of course, Nick could be gay, who
could tell, but it didn't seem like that was enough reason for him to be at
home so much. Surely there were plenty of guys out there who would go for
him? Strange. Peter just had to put this one down as a mystery and move on,
Nick wasn't about to divulge any secrets.

It was after they had been living together for about three months that
Peter began to relax around Nick and stop worrying that they weren't really
ever going to be best mates. He began to slob around more, walking round
the flat in his underwear. Nick didn't seem to mind and didn't seem to pay
him any more attention than usual, so Peter just got used to doing it. In
fact, whenever he got home he almost always removed his trousers right
away. He didn't know why, it just seemed more casual and relaxed that
way. And he bought new underwear. Tight briefs which showed off his arse
and his bulge nicely. Nick didn't seem phased at all by this. He never even
mentioned it. Peter just found he felt so much more relaxed without his
trousers in the flat. He had a great body. All of those hours in the gym
had seen to that. He wasn't embarrassed by showing it off, although Nick
was undoubtedly bigger and more built than Peter would ever be. But Nick
never undressed around him, which seemed odd. Peter enjoyed walking round
the flat in his tight briefs. He would ask Nick if he needed anything, make
him coffee or bring him snacks, and wasn't at all bothered by being half
naked.

But then one day Peter started to become paranoid. He was in a vest and
tight pants cleaning the kitchen when, for no particular reason, he thought
he could feel Nick staring at his arse. When he turned around Nick seemed
engrossed in his book, but Peter felt embarrassed. He carried on cleaning,
but the feeling that his arse was being observed by his flatmate was
unsettling. And after that, although he didn't stop wearing just his briefs
around the flat, he was convinced that every time he turned or bent over
Nick was watching his butt. He used to blush but never considered covering
up. On the contrary, he began to wear even less, often walking around in
just his briefs with no vest, his big, gym-fit body on display if Nick
cared to look at it, which Peter has no proof of.

Peter was on edge. Was Nick really looking at his bottom all the time? He
felt exposed and vulnerable whenever he turned his back on his flatmate.
And also, more embarrassingly, he'd started to be plagued with seemingly
random erections. For example, if he got home and Nick was there, Peter
would find his cock getting hard in his pants as he stripped down to
them. And as he was playing table football and bent over he found himself
getting hard. It might have been any number of reasons: the game; a lack of
girlfriend action of late; a full bladder; or perhaps even that Nick was
seated right behind him, watching him as he bent forward in his tight
briefs.

When Peter went shopping for new underwear he found he was bored with the
pants he'd been wearing. He had the urge for something new. He returned
home that evening, stripped off and tried on one of his new purchases.
Fitted well and snugly, although that erection was stretching it all out of
shape. He wandered into the lounge. Nick was there, as ever, reading,
looking big and coiled. Peter went for a game of table football. As he bent
forward and started playing he suddenly became acutely aware that the
jockstrap he was wearing was baring his arse to his curious flatmate. He
blushed, knowing that Nick was staring at his muscular bare bottom, but he
decided that the best thing to do was just to carry on as normal.

He was wearing a jockstrap a few nights later when Nick was telling him
about his visit to the doctors. Apparently they were checking for
testicular cancer, he said. The doctor and his male student spent a
considerable amount of time examining his bollocks, he said. Complimented
him on their size, and also that of his member, which they were having to
hold out of the way of the examination. Nick couldn't understand why they
had spent so long examining him. He'd been naked with their hands on his
genitals for approaching an hour. The student had been on his knees before
him, weighing his penis and his testicles. Could Peter have any idea what
he could have been doing down there? Peter shook his head. |It didn't make
any sense. Apparently they had ended the session photographing Nick's
tackle as a specimen of unusual size to show other students. Nick cupped
his genitals through his trackies. It was all a mystery, he said, and if
Peter could shed any light that would be most helpful. Peter was unable to
offer an explanation, and after a detailed conversation about the
examination, he ended up on his knees before Nick, who was still fully
clothed. Nick informed him that the student had been much closer, so Peter
all but crawled between his legs, his face almost pressed against the
mighty bulge in his trackies.

No, Peter was unable to help, decided Nick, who went to bed. Peter had
discovered another of his random erections and was going to find sleep
difficult for a while. He seemed preoccupied with Nick's genital problem.
If only he could get a closer look, that would help, thought Peter. He
needed to see Nick's cock and balls and examine them with his own hands. He
began to think of ways he could achieve that.

* * *

Part 2

Considering that he had taken to wearing nothing but underwear in his buff
flatmate's presence, and had become incredibly curious about his flatmate's
swollen genitals, Peter had not really noticed the change in his lifestyle.
He was the same hardworking, hard living gym obsessed skirt-chasing banker.
Sure, he only wore tight briefs or jockstraps round the flat, but that had
nothing to do with Nick, his big, surly, muscular flatmate. It was,
because, well, he just did. And sure he felt uncomfortable when he thought
Nick was staring at his big, muscular arse, but that wasn't about to stop
him. And, yes, these troublesome random erections kept embarrassing him,
but that must just be some hormone rush or something. So just because he
was interested in the doctor's thorough and time-consuming examination of
Nick's hefty genitals that just meant he had natural concern for Nick's
wellbeing. Peter wanted to ensure that Nick's cock and balls were handled
safely.

It was a difficult subject to bring up. Nick was taciturn at best. Peter
became fascinated with his flatmate's bulging privates. They were always
hidden away in trackies. Nick seldom ever undressed in view of Peter, and
never down to his birthday suit. Peter wanted to spend some quality time,
as the doctor had, examining Nick's genitals at length. It had become a
project. He found he always sat himself in the best position to view his
flatmate's large, troubling bulge. It was a good job neither of them were
gay, thought Peter, or this would look like a real come-on. But Peter was
just felt that he had to help out his flatmate. Nick helpfully sat with his
thighs spread, almost as if he was silently encouraging Peter to come
closer, and soon enough Peter had found many excuses to get close to his
flatmate's bulge. He got Nick to change lightbulbs and held the chairs so
he could brush his face against his crotch. He accidentally fell on Nick
several times, his face full on in Nick's crotch. When reaching for
anything he often found himself brushing his hands past or even cupping
Nick's ample bulge. He decided the only thing was to ask Nick if he was
anxious about his examination.

It turned out he was, and Peter suggested that it might help if he was
regularly examined. Nick seemed pretty grateful and surprised when Peter
offered to do it. He helped remove Nick's trackies, and gulped when he saw
the big fat bulge in his briefs. Nick pulled his briefs down and told Peter
what to, what measurements to take and how to hold his gargantuan cock.
Because Nick was hugely endowed. Peter was embarrassed, as they were very
similar builds, big and muscular, and Peter had thought his own cock big,
but Nick made him feel small and childish next to him. He held Nick's
massive cock. It seemed to be getting bigger, fattening and lengthening in
his hands. Nick told him to describe it, and to his shame all the words he
could find to describe it were in awe of it's magnificent size. Nick seemed
pleased with that, though.

And so the examinations became a regular part of their day for some weeks.
Peter would return home, strip down and kneel before Nick who would drop
his underwear and allow his huge genitals to be manhandled by his willing
flatmate. Peter couldn't understand why he was still plagued with random
erections. Sometimes he was stiff all the time when he was holding Nick's
cock inches from his lips, weighing it in his palm and eulogising about how
big and fat and masculine and hefty Nick's cock was. He dreamt about it a
lot, and for some reason he found himself thinking about what it would be
like to take it into his mouth, just to get a better idea of its true size.

He couldn't think of how to approach this subject with Nick. It seemed
wrong just to do it. That could be perceived incorrectly as a homosexual
gesture. And it was difficult to ask when he was on his knees describing
every inch of that magnificent member. Nick did seem pleased with his
verbal descriptions though, and on his knees concentrating so intently upon
it Peter thought it was a bit like worshipping some sort of deity. After a
while it became reasonable that Peter should just come out with it, so one
day while on his knees closely observing his flatmate's enormous penis
Peter asked him whether he could take it into his mouth to measure. Nick
considered this, but declined. Peter was very disappointed, but the next
day when Nick dropped his pants and presented him with his massive erection
Peter found he was unable to stop himself begging for it. Again Nick
declined, but this time he let Peter beg for several minutes before doing
so. Determined to have his way Peter began to ask for it more and more
frequently, and his own out of control erection would accompany each
lengthy and desperate begging.

Eventually Nick gave in, and one day Peter was allowed to take his huge
penis into his mouth. Peter opened wide as he knelt before Nick, and then
slowly swallowed it. He remained that way for a good twenty minutes,
feeling it throb in his mouth. He looked up at Nick, who had stripped off
completely today. He was looking down with an amused look on his face. It
suddenly struck Peter that Nick's problem might centre on his sperm
production. He wondered how best he could stimulate that. His mouth was too
full of throbbing cock to think clearly, so later that night he lay in bed
wondering how he could stimulate semen from his flatmate. His bottom
wriggled at the thought. For some reason he could imagine Nick plugging his
bottom with that enormous cock. He was ashamed, but he knew he would have
to beg for it. Outside his room, Nick played the hypnosis tapes quietly
into Peter's bedroom. His seduction of his flatmate was almost complete...

* * *

Part 3

Peter was eager to put his new plan into action and help Nick, his
flatmate, with his sperm production. Just like any flatmate would. It was
perfectly reasonable. For some reason the mere thought of it made his big,
muscular rear itch. All day he thought about it, and how he could mention
it to Nick in a casual way. When he returned home he was desperate to strip
off and pull on a little jock, so he did so, troubled by one of these
random erections he seemed to be getting for no reason.

Nick was in, skulking about in his usual trackies and t-shirt. Peter wanted
to suggest Nick removed them and was keen to begin his nightly inspection
of his flatmate's enormous penis. It was then that the doorbell rang. From
his room he heard Nick open the front door, greet a mate and let him
in. Peter was confused and frustrated. This had interrupted his plans to
help Nick and he wasn't sure what to do now. He sat on the edge of his bed
and shook his head. He'd just have to wait till the other guy had left. To
his dismay he could hear them laughing and joking and cracking open the
beers. What if the guy was here all night? He wouldn't be able to help Nick
at all. There didn't seem much point in moping around. He stood up and went
to pull on some clothes for the guest, but then thought better of it. After
all, Nick wasn't bothered by seeing him in his jockstrap and his guest
shouldn't be either. He strode out of his room, his big muscular frame on
display. Nick was on the sofa and his mate was in the armchair with his
back to Peter. Peter casually walked to the kitchen to get a beer, bending
over to get one out of the fridge, with the strange feeling that the
guest's eyes were on his meaty bare arse as he bent. He stood up and
cracked the can open and walked back into the lounge.

Nick introduced Peter to his friend, a big, balding, thirtysomething man of
Spanish descent called Martino. Peter shook Martino's big hand, trying to
ignore that he was staring at him in his near nakedness. He sat on the sofa
next to Nick and they all sipped their beers and chatted like old mates. It
seemed that Nick had worked with Martino a few years back when Nick had
been a porter at the local university. Martino, it turned out, was a
psychology lecturer at the university, and they had been mates for a few
years. Peter couldn't really imagine how they had met, and they would
hardly have worked together all that directly, but it did seem that they
were very good mates. They were sharing loads of private jokes about people
Peter had never heard of, but he just sat there, laughing along and joining
in when they could.

As the evening progressed and Peter relaxed a little he found his eyes
drawn to Nick's hefty bulge again. He licked his lips. He knew that Nick's
friend was here, but he also knew that Nick's big cock would need examining
and he was torn.  Nick kept leaning back and spreading out, his bulge ever
more obvious. Peter was nervous about suggesting anything because of
Martino, but it really didn't look as if the big Spanish guy was going
anywhere soon. Peter wasn't particularly taken with Martino, who seemed to
have an element of cruelty to his jokes and was a bit too forceful for his
liking. As subtly as he could, Peter steered the conversation around to
health, and for the first time Martino was all ears. Peter mentioned that
Nick had specific health concerns, but Martino was unaware of them and kept
probing Peter for more information in that bossy, relentless way of his.
Nick wasn't helping Peter any here, and in the end Peter told Martino about
the doctor's advice that Nick needed his penis very closely examined every
day. Martino asked how they managed this, and reluctantly Peter told him
that he had, out of pity, taken to examining it for Nick. Martino was
fascinated by this information and berated Nick for not telling him. Nick
smiled bashfully. Martino suggested that if he needed an examination that
they shouldn't stop on his account.

Peter wasn't very keen to oblige, and Nick seemed unbothered too. Martino
wasn't taking that as an answer and insisted that they should carry on as
normal, so reluctantly Peter climbed to his feet and turned to face Nick
who was still sprawled on the sofa. Once again he had the slightly
uncomfortable feeling that Martino was staring at his big bare arse, but he
shrugged it off and knelt before Nick. Nick helped him to pull down his
trackies and briefs and his massive penis sprang out before Peter's face.
Peter began to silently touch and hold his flatmate's growing member,
fascinated but also extremely embarrassed that Martino was not only
watching intently but also asking his questions about Nick's cock which he
had to answer. Yes, it was very big, yes he found it usually grew like
that, no he didn't mind holding it, yes it was heavy, no, he had never seen
it ejaculate. Martino wanted to know if this was how they usually did it,
and Nick said he was usually standing, so Martino made him stand sideways
to him so that he could watch closely as Peter examined the huge cock.
Peter was blushing now and very aware of Martino's eyes on him, but now he
was also focussing on Nick's magnificent cock it seemed a little better.

Martino wanted to know if he was always this silent. He hoped Nick wouldn't
tell Martino about his usual rhapsodising about Nick's massive penis and he
was determined not to mention it himself. Nick didn't tell Martino, and
Martino kept asking Peter over and over about it, until Peter was so
uncomfortable and flustered that he admitted that yes, he did usually
address Nick's cock. Happy with this news, Martino demanded that Peter
carried on as usual. The words sticking in his throat through shame, Peter
began to describe Nick's huge penis in the respectful, awed tones he
usually did. He tried to forget Martino was there and focus on that awesome
dick, but Martino had a way of cutting in, pushing Peter further on things
he had said to describe Nick's cock. It went on like that for about half an
hour, Martino exhausting Peter's ability to describe Nick's massive
penis. At last Peter thought it might be over and Martino would leave.
However, when Martino stood up he saw a huge bulge at his crotch and
gulped. When Martino lowered his zip and pulled out his cock Peter gasped.
It was even bigger than Nick's - olive skinned and fat and long, not yet
hard. He wanted to ignore it, to forget about Martino, to concentrate on
Nick's fantastic dick, but his eyes kept darting in Martino's direction,
eager for an eyeful of that monumental semi-hard penis.

Eventually, he was unable to stop staring at it. Nick seemed a little
frustrated at this, but Martino was quietly demanding, and Peter turned to
sniff at Martino's big hefty club of a cock. Martino asked why Peter was
staring. Peter was ashamed to admit that it was because Martino was so
big. Martino wanted to know if Peter thought he was bigger than Nick, and
although it was a betrayal to his flatmate Peter had to agree that
Martino's cock was even more impressive and massive. Martino asked whether
Peter wanted to worship his penis, and Peter couldn't stop himself begging
for it. Martino wanted Peter to list all of the many ways it was superior
to Nick's cock, and as he did so he saw Nick was getting more and more
frustrated and deflated, his massive member drooping slightly as Martino's
pumped up to full thickness. As Peter grappled with Martino's enormous
member and began to eulogise about it, Martino grinned and winked at Nick,
his massive muscular friend who had been sidelined in his own flat by his
own cock worshipper and a penis he knew was superior to his own.

* * *

Part 4

Nick was sent to make Martino a whisky, as his big cock had drooped and was
no longer fit to be worshipped by his eager flatmate. He looked at Peter on
his knees in front of Martino, and at how big Martino was - and boy was he
big, thought Nick - and he was frustrated that his own cock was no longer
big enough for his flatmate. He'd followed all of Martino's instructions
too, and couldn't believe he'd been short-changed his chance to have his
own cock worshipper. Hell, he hadn't even managed to get his cock sucked,
and he was so desperate for that now. He wondered why he hadn't been out
fucking around of late like he usually would have been, but instead Nick
had enjoyed staying in and teasing his muscular flatmate. He hadn't forseen
Martino getting into the act though, and that was galling. He poured the
whisky and returned to Martino's side.

Martino thanked him, as Peter eagerly sniffed at his massive cock. Nick
could have done without Martino's casually cruel comments about his flaccid
dick, and wished it would stiffen up so he could show them just what a big
man he was, but for some reason it just wasn't doing as it was told. And
Martino, well, Nick had to hand it to him, he did have the biggest one he'd
ever seen. No wonder Peter looked so happy down there, examining the long,
thick inches of it. Martino sipped his whisky and smirked as the strapping
young man knelt before him and worshipped his dick. He made another couple
of comments about how small Nick was and even Peter seemed to laugh at
those. Nick covered up his cock self-consciously with his hands. Perhaps
they were right. Perhaps he wasn't as big as he had always thought himself
to be. He felt terribly needy too, and started to ask Martino about his
cock, wanting affirmation that he did have a large one like his friend and
that he wasn't the junior partner. To his dismay Martino was dismissive of
these little pleas, and instead made his cock shrink even more by laughing
at it and calling him a little boy.

Nick wanted to pull his trackies back up, to storm out, to go see a
girlfriend and fuck her. But instead he stood there, trying not to beg for
Martino's approval but blurting out rather blunt and desperate little cries
for attention. Why wouldn't it get hard again? He so wanted to be
impressive, to be a big man, to show them both how irresistibly hung he
was, but instead he was whining like a kid and his fat cock was limp and
shamed. If only martino would stop going on about it - if only he would
stop asking Martino about it! - but that didn't seem to be an option. Peter
couldn't have been less interested in it now. All of that time waiting to
be sucked and adored by his manly flatmate was now wasted. Hmm. Perhaps
there was a way to get them to see what a big man he was again.

Nick pulled off his trackies and his shirt and stood there naked. He was a
very muscular man, quite intimidating to most people. He grinned at them.
Surely this would impress them more. Peter looked interested, certainly,
but when he asked Martino what he thought, Martino replied that he used to
think Nick was manly but now that he'd seen him naked he was less than
impressed. Nick wanted to know what was wrong with him. Perhaps it was his
body hair? Yes, perhaps it was. He hurried into the bathroom and lathered
himself up, and began to shave his big muscles, from his legs up. When he
was finished he looked at himself in the mirror. It was odd not having any
pubic hair left, but he was sure he looked more manly. He oiled his huge
physique up with baby oil before returning to the front room. They couldn't
fail to be impressed now. Martino was sat on the sofa, and Peter was
between his legs, his eyes covered with Martino's fat hairy balls. Nick
marched up to them and posed. His dick twitched as Martino looked him
over. He knew he looked good. Eventually Martino asked him why he was so
undeveloped. Nick blushed heavily. He couldn't answer. He thought he looked
so big and manly, but apparently he was wrong. Martino thought he was
undeveloped! But he had an idea. He knew one bit of him was big for sure.
He turned. He asked Martino about his arse. There was a long pause as
Martino studied it in its naked glory. He could feel Martino's eyes on his
biggest but most vulnerable part. Yes, Martino had to admit, Nick had a
very big arse.

Nick grinned and punched the air. He knew he was big! He asked Martino if
it was fully developed, and yes, Martino thought it was. It was great! All
that time he'd been concentrating on having a big cock, and all the time it
was his arse that was outsize! He was so relieved. It was good having
Martino stare at it, it made him feel manly again. His flaccid cock even
began to revive. When he went to show Martino he tut-tutted and shook his
head sadly. Nick began to droop again. So he turned around once more, and
with Martino's approving eyes on his big arse he felt masculine again. Even
Peter emerged from between Martino's thighs to stare at Nick's arse. And he
was full of praise for it too. Nickj nodded his head in triumph. He'd shown
them! He was the man! He bent forward to give them a better view and
congratulated himself on his victory.

* * *

Part 5: Nick's Rugby Mates

The following evening Nick had invited some mates over. When Peter had got
in from work, Nick asked him if he'd like to get on the floor and examine
his big dick. Peter was aware that his flatmate's cock needed constant
attention and was happy to help. But when he knelt before Nick, and Nick
lowered those trackies, Peter wondered why Nick was so bothered about
it. Nick looked down at his big cock. God, it made him happy. Peter looked
a bit lost down there though. He asked Nick if that was it. Nick confirmed
that, yes, this was his penis, and it was very large and needed examining.
Peter got up close, eyeing it, his breath lightly tickling the loose skin.
Sure, it was a big, if Nick said so, thought Peter, but it just didn't seem
substantial somehow. Big but insignificant. He told Nick, who was confused.
He had a big cock. They were never insignificant. But somehow, as Peter
described at great length and detail to Nick about how big and fat his cock
was, and how that didn't matter because there was something not right about
it, not big or manly enough, Nick began to nod in agreement. And his cock
began to respond. The more disdainfully Peter described it, the bigger it
got. And the bigger it got, the less impressed Peter was. As the muscular
man knelt before him and explained how inferior his cock was, Nick was
completely stiff and aroused. It didn't make sense. His big cock couldn't
be a bad thing. It couldn't be a weakness. It was a thick club to beat
people with, it was the heavy security between his legs, the gun in his
trousers. Had the world changed so much that such a thing was an
embarrassment? Perhaps. And even though it was being abused, it strained
eagerly from his crotch like a big dog needing affirmation.

Nick was curious to ask Peter about his behind. He turned around. Did Peter
think his big, newly shaved backside was okay? Peter didn't really know
much about men's arses. It looked big and round and smooth and muscular. He
wasn't sure what he was looking for. Nick was despondent. There was
something wrong with him, his cock was worthless and his flatmate couldn't
examine his arse properly to put his mind at rest there. The doorbell rang.
Nick pulled his trackies up, and Peter headed to his room to read. Nick's
mates were always loud, lewd, drunken and annoying. Peter didn't want
anything to do with them - well, okay, so he secretly wanted to be accepted
as one of the lads, but that didn't seem likely.

Soon the noise of the group of them laughing and burping their way through
buckets of takeaways and crates of lager had filled the flat. Peter felt
vulnerable when they were around, they all ganged together and were
predatory if you showed one sign of weakness. He hated being the butt of
their jokes, and Nick was no help and never looked out for him. Easier just
to stay in his room. They were mates from rugby, apparently, which would
explain why they were all so big and blokey. Like a lot of rugby guys he'd
met they were all well-off management consultant-types, public schoolboys
playing at being rough. The worst sort.

Hours passed, and there was no sign of them going. Peter needed a piss, so
got up. Then he remembered he was just in a jockstrap. He smiled and shook
his head. Imagine going out there dressed like that! He'd have the piss
ripped out of him. So he pulled on a tight t-shirt. That should do the
trick, he thought. When he left his room there were the usual jeers,
insults, wolf-whistles. He nodded politely and went to the toilet. For some
reason they were still reacting to what he was wearing. What was their
problem? Maybe he was overdressed he thought, but then decided not to cave
in and remove his t-shirt in case they saw it as a sign of weakness. When
he returned to the lounge the lads were listening to Sinatra CDs and seemed
to have chilled out a little. There were four of them, including Nick, on
the sofa, armchair, sprawled on the floor. They didn't jeer this time, they
just asked him questions about himself, his job etc. Peter was flattered.
Perhaps they weren't so bad. He asked a few back, so as not to be rude, and
before he knew it he was sat between two of the biggest, hairiest guys on
the team on the sofa. Yes, it was a squeeze, but they insisted. No-one made
any jokes about his jock or anything at all, he felt really at home. Well,
he was actually at home.

So he joined them for a drink. He'd never realised that Nick was the butt
of so many jokes. All of them laughed about him mercilessly. Peter even
began to feel a little sorry for him, especially as he knew how much Nick's
cock needed attention, and how pointlessly big and stupid it was. He
considered telling the others, just so they'd lay off him, but thought that
Nick should tell them in his own time. As it happened, Nick was feeling
pretty insecure. Usually he could take the jokes because he knew having a
big cock counted for more than all the one-liners in the world. But now
that he knew his cock wasn't the right sort of big, he was disturbed. He
needed affirmation, the respect of his mates. He needed to know he was
alright. And there was the unanswered issue about his bottom - Peter had
been useless at making him feel okay about it. Maybe his mates... nah. No
chance. They'd just laugh at him, wouldn't they? Nick watched Peter, who
was sandwiched between Nick's two biggest and most wicked mates, and saw
that the two guys had got Peter to spread his legs and drape one over each
of their meaty thighs. In fact, they seemed to have moved together and
Peter was virtually sitting in their laps. They were laughing and joking
with him, big hands rubbing his washboard tummy, way too nicely, really.
Nick was a bit jealous. Not of the rubbing, but the friendliness.

Peter couldn't remember the last time he felt so happy. These guys were
hilarious, and really friendly. To the point where his bare, jockstrapped
muscular arse was sat on the two guys', Harry and Thomas's, laps, and they
kindly kept him balanced and safe with big hands rubbing his chest and abs
for security. They'd even started whispering jokes into his ears on either
side, dirty jokes Peter didn't really understand but he laughed along with
anyway. He just felt so good and safe and innocent, on Harry and Thomas's
laps in his jock as they played with his big, muscle-boy body. He leant
back, spreading his thighs a little more, and put a muscular arm around
Thomas's and then Harry's shoulders, relaxing and snuggling in.

Nick had beads of anxiety on his head. He couldn't keep it in any longer.
He decided to confide in his nearest mate, Steve-o, quietly so that no-one
else could hear. Nick was stuttering and nervous, but found the whole story
came out about his big cock, how it wasn't right, and about how his arse
might be the answer somehow but that he needed some support. Steve-o was
really understanding. Nick was touched. Seemed like Steve-o would help Nick
in any way he could to explore his bottom, and it also sounded like the
other guys might help too. Nick was embarrassed that Steve-o told everyone
about his arse, but instead of taking the piss they all seemed so serious
and supportive. They hadn't known he was so concerned about the state of
his backside, and were eager to be good friends and lighten his load. Nick
couldn't believe how good his mates were. Peter tried to get up to comfort
Nick, but Henry and Thomas gently but firmly pressed his body to theirs, so
he gave up and melted even further into them.

They suggested Nick strip off to show them his arse so they could tend it
for him. Nick was a little embarrassed, but pleased his mates were being so
cool. He was naked in seconds. Big hands turned him around and the guys all
shuffled round so they could observe his arse. There were lots of warm
comments of praise. Nick was so pleased. He felt like he was reclaiming
some of his lost manhood. This was respect from the people he had the most
time for. That they were all staring at his arse was so kind and generous.
At their request he climbed on all fours on the coffee table and wriggled
his big muscular buttocks like he was a happy doggie wagging his tail. They
commented on how good the smooth shave looked. Steve-o reached out and
gently tickled him between his smooth cheeks. Peter noticed that both Henry
and Thomas kept making small groans and growls as they watched Nick's eager
arse squirm, and their big hands were on his inner thigh, tickling back
towards the elastic straps on his jock.

Steve-o wondered if there was something inside Nick's arse that needed
probing further for a more thorough result. Nick wasn't keen on putting
them to a lot of trouble to find out, but they all insisted that it was no
trouble for a mate. Touched by their concern for his behind, he gave them
the go ahead to explore the problem. Steve-o got up and returned some
minutes later with some lubricant from their bathroom which Peter had
recently bought just in case, although just in case of what he couldn't
remember. When Steve-o gently applied some to Nick's troubled arse the
coldness made him gasp, and Peter noticed that Henry and Thomas were
watching very closely now. Thomas took the lubricant from Steve-o and
applied some to his fingers too. Henry did the same. Peter wasn't sure what
was going on, but they seemed very sure of themselves and he trusted them.
In moments big fingers were tickling his bottom and making it all slimy
with lube. He wriggled about on Thomas and Henry's laps, but these big
fingers were quite persistent and direct. Peter asked them if his bottom
needed attention like Nick's did. Thomas and Henry both agreed that it did,
much to Peter's surprise. Pleased to have such a manly and notable butt, he
settled there and allowed them to tickle his hole with big, slimy fingers.

Meanwhile on the coffee table Nick's big arse was being explored by
Steve-o. He had slimed it up and now he was pushing a meaty finger at the
hole. Nick was concerned that this wasn't necessary, but the rugby players
were all insistent that this would expose the bottom of his problem.
Steve-o pushed his digit in deeply, and Nick whimpered and squirmed on
it. Steve-o patted his arse with his free hand, telling Nick what a good
boy he was. Nick pushed his bottom back eagerly, enjoying the praise.
Steve-o began to work on a second finger. Peter felt both men playing with
his hole with increasing strength. He asked them if they wanted him on all
fours like Nick - would that make pushing their fingers into his tight
muscular arse easier? The men agreed that it would, so Peter got on all
fours on the floor and the two rugby guys got down and sat behind him,
praising his tight arse. A competition ensued over who could elicit the
most respect with their arse, but no real winner was reached, as by the
time Steve-o had three fingers wriggling inside Nick's big tight butt and
Henry and Thomas had a competitive finger each in Peter's innocent hole
both Peter and Nick were concentrating on other things.

The flatmates caught sight of each other, their arses penetrated by the
rugby players' big fingers, and grinned. Who would have thought they would
have been so highly regarded by these guys? They asked politely if the men
could insert more fingers. This felt manly and good and assertive to them.
How kind of Nick's mates to be so eager to help. They pushed their tight
arses back to accept more fingers, moaning a little as they did so. If only
they could have pictures of this, Peter said. Or a video, Nick added. They
were sure people would be interested to see them being probed like this.
Peter was enjoying it so much he wondered if the rugby players had anything
bigger to probe them with. The big rugby guys looked at each other, a look
of lusty disbelief on their faces as they fingered these beautiful tight
arses. They told Nick and Peter that they would think of something.

To be continued.

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