Date: Thu, 05 Feb 1998 15:26:29 -0800
From: m_alex@mailcity.com
Subject: Immortal Hardon

Part I:

"Ah... Ah... Ah... AAAAhhh..." Richie shouted as he orgasmed and shot his
load.  He had been masturbating in bed (again) thinking of Duncan.  Lately
he'd been unusually horny and he couldn't stop masturbating.  He thought of
his Scottish companion, the immortal Duncan Macleod, with his cute accent,
long brown hair and big cock.

It was pretty hard getting dates these days.  Women seem to prefer Duncan
to him.  They always claimed that he was too young, little did they know
that he'd been 22 years old for a few years now.  He thought back to the
time when he first found out he was immortal and how Duncan had taken him
under his wing and trained him to protect himself.

Richie's cock was pretty sore these days.  He examined his cut cock and
noticed redness around its head.  Damn, he might have to stop jerking off
for a few days.  It was not a bad looking cock, not as big as Duncan's 9
incher, but it was thick and stood up proudly at 7 inches when it was hard.
Underneath his cock, were two plum-like pink balls, covered lightly with
blond hair.  His cock was nearly always hard and he couldn't get it soft
unless he jerked it off.  If only Duncan would stop walking around the
house in the nude!

Richie sighed and took some tissue to wipe the cum off his flat stomach.
He got off his bed and walked to the bathroom.  He felt his muscles relax
as he felt the shower jets on his back.  As he soaped his muscular body, he
slipped a finger into his asshole.  Oh God, it felt so good...  Richie
began finger-fucking himself, till his cock was rock hard again.  He
imagined Duncan behind him, fucking him with his large cock while his hands
played with his nipples and cock.

"Richie.  Are you in there?" Duncan's voice interrupted his dream.

"Yes, ah, Mac.  I'm ah taking a shower." Richie said between pants.  His
finger was still deep inside him.  Suddenly the bathroom door opened.
Although there was the shower screen, and Duncan probably couldn't see him
through the glass door, Richie self-consciously withdrew his finger.  Damn,
he was still rock hard.

"Richie, did you leave the weights in the weight room without keeping them
back?" he heard Duncan's voice.

"Ah.. yes.  Oh, I'm real sorry." Richie replied trying to keep his voice as
normal as possible.  These days, he could be so absorbed in himself that he
didn't even sense when another immortal was around.

"Richie, how many times have I told you to keep them back after you work
out?" Duncan was stern.

Richie felt himself colouring.  He remembered what had happened.  He'd been
working out when all of a sudden he'd gotten an erection.  He'd stop
working and started jerking off, dreaming again.  Then he'd left the room
to go to his bedroom to continue.

Feeling that his prodigy was feeling guilty, Duncan said, "I have an old
friend you might like to meet.  Why don't you hurry up and join us in the
lounge?"

So Duncan left and Richie quickly showered off his soap and stepped out of
the stall.  He looked at himself in the mirror and noticed he was
half-hard.  Oh well, no more action for you little guy, he thought.

He quickly got dressed and hurried out to meet this mysterious guest.
Sitting opposite Duncan in the lounge was a tall attractive man, who
appeared to be in his 30s.  He had deep blue eyes and dark brown hair.
Richie could tell by the way he filled in his clothes that this was one
sexy and muscular guy.  Involuntarily he felt his cock twitch.

"Richie, this is Michael.  Mike, Richie." Duncan introduced them.  Mike
held out his hand and Richie took it.  The grip was warm and firm.  He felt
as if he were naked infront of Mike, as if the other man could see through
his clothes.

"Hello Richie" Michael's voice was deep and modulated.  He sounded English.

"It's been quite a while since I've seen Macleod.  Ah yes, Paris 1856.  I
remember all the belles we dazzled and courted." Michael smiled as he
reminisced.

"What brings you here now?" Richie asked him.

"I'm just passing through.  There's a art display at the museum I'm
interested in seeing.  It's been years..." Mike replied.

"Let's have dinner.  I know a good place with friendly people, low-key,
where we can talk." Duncan added.

So they left for dinner.  Richie couldn't help admire the way Michael
fitted into his cotton pants.  He could see the pants clinging on to his
ass.  He secretly fantasised about Michael's cock.  He wondered what it
looked like.  His cock was hardenning again, and this time he wasn't
wearing any underwear so it tented his jeans slightly.

Michael was happy to see Macleod after all these years.  They'd been
friends for a long time.  He was surprised that Macleod was now living with
another immortal.  Usually, they didn't hang around with another of their
kind.  The kid Richie was cute.  Michael couldn't noticing the way he
blushed slightly and the buldge in his jeans.  He wondered if old Macleod
was sleeping with the kid.  He remembered the older days, when Duncan did
fool around with boys.  Michael remembered when he was 22 and how horny he
used to be.  He wouldn't mind getting a piece of the kid's ass!

During dinner, Michael talked about his travels around the world, looking
at art pieces.  Richie was fascinated and attracted to this man.  Like
Duncan, he was classy, sophisticated and damn gorgeous.  When Macleod
excused himself to talk to the owner of the restaurant about something,
they were left alone.

"So, Richie, I've talked so much about myself.  What about you?  Where did
you come from, before all this?" he lifted his hands in a gesture.

"I was an orphan, so I don't really have any roots.  I used to bum around
until this happened.  Mac was around and he taught me all the stuff about
the swords." Richie replied.

"So I noticed that you work out pretty much at the house?" Mike said.

"Yeah, I guess so.  It keeps me in shape." Richie nodded.

"Look, I gotta go.  Something's come up with a friend." Duncan joined them
suddenly.  "See you tomorrow, Mike.  Richie, later." Duncan waved and left.

"So where do you want to go tonight?" Mike asked as they both got up to
leave.

Richie was estatic.  He was all alone with Michael.  But what could they
do?

"Why don't you come over to my place?  We can talk some more?" Mike
suggested.

"Yeah, sure!" Richie replied.

They got to Mike's hotel room.  When they were inside, Mike gave him a
beer.  "Do you have a girlfriend, Richie?" Mike asked him.

"Uh... well, umm... no. Not at the moment." Richie was a bit ashamed.  The
truth was though he'd been out with girls, he wasn't really attracted to
them.  Not since he met Duncan.

"Why not?  You're a very attractive guy.  Don't you like girls?" Michael
smiled at him.  He leaned forward and placed his hand on Richie's knee.

"I... I mean, I do." Richie swallowed.  Was Michael making a move on him?
He was nervous.  Though he'd always fantasised about Duncan, he'd never
been with a guy before.

Michael moved his hand upwards, towards Richie's inner thigh till his hand
rested on Richie's groin.  There was a sharp intake of breath from the kid
as he realised that the hand was fondling his cock through the denim
material.  Seeing that Richie was not protesting, Michael slowly unzipped
his jeans.

"Ahhhh..." Richie moaned as his hard cock was released from his jeans.

Not a bad cock, Michael thought.  Neatly circumcised, the pink head was
glistenning with pink cum.  He also noticed the redness near the head.  So,
Richie had been playing with himself.  Good, the kid was horny.  Michael's
hands started manipulating the cock, playing with the piss-slit and the the
shaft.

Then he stopped and quickly took off Richie's shoes, socks followed by the
jeans.  He led Richie to his bed and peeled off the kid's shirt as well.
He liked what he saw - a smooth muscular chest with two hard pink nipples
and a flat abdomen with blond pubes.  Michael pushed Richie onto the bed
(noticed that the cock stood up proudly) and kissed him right on the lips.

Richie was so horny.  He couldn't believe that his wildest dreams were
coming true.  He felt the tongue enter his mouth and attacked back.  He
kissed Michael hardly while his hands began unbuttoning Michael's shirt and
his pants.  When they were both naked, Richie admired Michael's body.  Just
as he thought, it was well-muscled, with a hairy chest and dark brown pubes
which came up to his navel.  And the cock!  It was HUGE, maybe 10 inches
long and 3 inches in diameter.  There were many huge blue veins throbbing
on the cock.  Michael was uncut, like Duncan.

Seeing Richie admire his cock, Michael pushed him downwards towards his
cock.  Richie immediately took it in his mouth.  He couldn't get all of it
in - he sucked on the big head.  He could taste the salty pre-cum oozing
out of it.  As Richie's tongue played with the piss-slit which was exposed
by the retracted foreskin, Michael moaned.  Very gently, he nudge more of
the monster into Richie's mouth.  The feel of the mouth on his organ was
estacy.  Richie used his tongue to play with the veins on the shaft.

Richie could tell from the increase in Mike's breaths that he was going to
come soon.  And then he felt Michael tense and felt the gushing out of hot
cum into his mouth.  He savoured the salty taste of the other man's cum,
swallowing all of it.  When Michael withdrew, Richie noticed that he was
still hard.  It was one of the pros of being immortal - immortal hard-ons.
He continued to lick and suck those hairy balls, taking the sweaty scent of
them.

Michael drew Richie up so that they were face to face for another deep
kiss.  Then he pushed Richie onto his back and spread open his legs.  He
leaned down and sucked Richie's tits, eliciting groans from the kid.  One
of his wet fingers slipped into Richie's asshole.  Richie moaned in
response, pushing his ass towards Michael.  The other hand played with
Richie's cock.  Michael slowly moved downwards, kissing Richie all over his
chest, his abdoment, he navel and burying his nose in those blond pubes.
He had no problem engulfing the whole of Richie's cock inside his mouth.

After a few minutes, Michael stopped and flipped Richie onto his stomach.
He spreaded Richie's legs wide apart such that his ass was thrusted
upwards.  The sight of the exposed puckered brown hole before him was too
enticing to miss.  It was very small with light blond curls around it.
Richie did not resist him, so Michael spread his ass cheeks apart, his cock
poised at the small opening.

Gently, he nudge his cockhead into the hole.  Richie gasped as he felt his
asshole being stretched slightly.  He could feel the pain building up as
Michael entered him.  Suddenly Michael pushed his cock all the way in, till
the base.  Richie screamed in sudden agony; fucking himself with a finger
had not been like this.

"Take it out!!!  Take it out!!!" he screamed at Michael.  But Michael
wasn't listenning.  One of his hands continued to jerk off Richie's cock.
There were tears in Richie's eyes as he felt as if his whole ass was on
fire.

"Push out as if you taking a shit, Richie." Michael told him.

Starting with slow strokes, Michael began to fuck him, withdrawing slightly
and entering him again.  Gradually, the pain lessen as Richie felt the
pressure on his prostate and his pleasure increase.  His anal sphincter was
more relaxed now and he began to enjoy the cock inside him.  He pushed back
against the invading cock.  Sensing this, Michael increased his pace and
this time he withdrew till only his cockhead was inside before thrusting
forcefully into Richie again.

Michael was amazed at how tight the kid was.  It'd been a long time since
he fucked a virgin ass.  After 20 mins, he could feel his cum approaching.
Richie too was about to orgasm.

"I'm cumming!" Richie exclaimed.  "Ahhh...Ah..." he moaned as he felt his
cock shoot cum onto the bedsheets.  At the same time, Michael too shot his
cum into Richie's ass.

After they had both finished, Richie fell asleep.  He was extremely happy.
Michael slowly withdrew from him.  Embracing Richie in his arms he too fell
asleep.  It had been a good night.