Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2008 00:22:07 +0000 (GMT) From: George Anderson Subject: Nice Part No 8.{George Anderson}( M/M )[Part No.8!] The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait! For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds the copyright. You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from. It really does make a difference to know that someone has been affected by what they've read - thanks to those who have written. NICE 8 "Good morning, Adam; how are you this morning." "Fine thanks, Mr Chapman." "Good. Did you get your assignment finished? I happened to see your light on until quite late - hope it was worth it." The fact that Sarah's father had spotted Adam's light caused considerable panic; what else might he have seen? "I .... I hope I didn't disturb you, Mr Chapman, it's just that, well, I kinda forgot the time." "No problem, Adam - you didn't disturb me at all - but I hope you managed to get at least a little sleep?" "Oh, no worries, there - I slept fine, thanks." The truth, however, was quite different. After his very informative exploration of gay Internet sites it was entirely understandable that Adam's mind would be filled with extremely stimulating ideas and images. He wasn't someone who regularly remembered his dreams, but on several occasions vivid, sexual thoughts and pictures had filled his mind, depriving Adam of sleep. And he always woke at the same point. It was in the changing room, with Greg, and Greg's arms were around Adam's waist as he tried to undo the knot in Adam's trunks. The only difference was that in the dream version Adam looked down to see Greg's right hand leave the stubborn knot and drop a few centimetres. At the very instant of Greg pressing his hand on Adam's erect cock, Adam would shout out 'Greg!' only to waken up and discover that he had a very painful hard on. And jerking off made no difference, the recurring dream always bringing him to the same aroused state. "Well, I'm glad you got some sleep, because I thought you might like to have a go at one of the mountain-bike trails. It'll just be you and me, though - Sarah and her mum have to go and get some "retail therapy" in Glasgow, but they'll be back in time for lunch. That OK with you?" "Sounds great, thanks, Mr Chapman." Perfect, thought Adam - away from Sarah for the whole morning! "Get some breakfast, and then we'll head off." No sooner had the words left his mouth than Sarah stormed into the kitchen. "Dad, that's John on the phone; he says he's able to come after all - will you tell him he can't!" "Calm down, Sarah. Of course John can come - he's more than welcome." "But he said he wasn't able to, and with Adam here there's no space. It's not right that he just changes his mind - I HATE my brother!" "Sarah, you know you don't mean that - and it's hardly the way to behave in front of our guest. Now you go and tell John that we'll be glad to see him this evening." If looks could kill, Sarah would have been classified as an Exocet missile! Giving her father a look of black anger, she turned on her heels, and returned to the phone. John must have heard every word of Sarah's outburst, thought Adam, and she did nothing to disguise her feelings: "Dad says we'll be glad to see you this evening - but that doesn't include me!" The phone was slammed down and Sarah stomped her way to her bedroom. "You know, Adam, there are times when I wonder if Sarah really is my daughter. I hope you don't feel embarrassed, and I also hope you don't mind John sleeping in the other part of your room - I really should have asked you first." "No problem, Mr Chapman - it's a family room with heaps of space, so I'm sure we'll get on fine." "Thanks for your understanding - I hope you can transfer some of it to my rather unruly daughter; you'll have your work cut out!" "I think you're right, there!" Adam found himself thinking what a nice guy Sarah's dad was, and he could only hope that John took after his dad. As if reading Adam's thoughts, Michael offered the reassurance that "John is totally different to Sarah - I'm sure you'll get on fine. Oh .... I hope that doesn't suggest you and Sarah aren't getting on, Adam, but I know what a minx she can be. The trick is to give as good as you get - she appreciates it when someone stands up to her tantrums." "Thanks for the tip - I'll try my best", but Adam knew that Sarah and he were finished. If there had been any doubt in his mind, today's outburst provided a further reason. 'At least I can choose a friend, but the Chapman family is stuck with Sarah', thought Adam; 'maybe she'll improve with age!' "Right, young man, let's head off." Dropping his voice, Michael added, "and leave the women to argue between themselves!" Yes, Adam liked Mr Chapman. The mountain-bike trails were fantastic - challenging, but not too much so - and all the time there was the magnificent scenery as a backdrop. For three wonderful hours Adam forgot all his concerns, and was able to enjoy being a carefree teenager. With all his energies - physical and mental - being required on the ride, Adam felt tired, but also rejuvenated, and after lunch, he set to with fresh vigour, managing to complete his English assignment with little difficulty. Feeling rather satisfied with himself and, given the lack of sleep, Adam felt fully justified in deciding to have a short nap. He closed the curtains and lay down on his bed, his mind, for the moment, calm. Sleep was welcome, but the arousing images returned ......... obscenely bulging briefs - huge, hard cocks - cum-covered faces - guys being sucked off - guys being fucked - Greg, naked and hard - Greg, spreading his ass-cheeks. And then there was the porn-type dialogue ........ Yeah! Suck my dick - finger my ass - deeper, deeper! - fuck me - harder, harder - lick my balls. Once again, although not fully aware of it, Adam found his cock getting ever harder as his imagination ran riot, and he gradually woke from his slumber ... "yeah, I like that - oh! yeah - I love it when you squeeze my tits - can you suck them, too - oh, yeah!" For a few seconds Adam was disorientated, quite forgetting where he was, until he recognised the bedroom in the chalet. But if he could see the room, and he was awake, why could he still hear the lewd language of his dream? The shock of realising that the sounds were not in his head, but were coming from the other side of the wall, was enough to return Adam to a state of wakefulness - and panic. As his mind raced, he considered the possibilities - and reached a conclusion that seemed as preposterous as it was plausible - Sarah's brother, John, must have arrived early (glancing at his watch, Adam could see that it was only 3.30 p.m.) - and ... he must be gay! Adam did a mental rain-check: 'You can't slip out, so you'll have to stay completely still; thank goodness I closed the curtains; does Sarah know that John is gay? what if they come into this part of the room?; Oh, shit!'. The quiet groaning and soft slurping suggested that the two guys were enjoying a good oral exploration of each other, and Adam, in creating an image of what was going on next door, found himself getting pretty excited, and wishing he could see as well as hear. He knew that they were making out on the double bed - and it sounded really raunchy. The sounds of sex stopped suddenly, causing Adam to freeze - "What would you like to try now? "What d'you suggest." "We could try the same as last time, but take things a bit further?" "Sounds good!" "OK - move!" Adam broke into a cold sweat. "Where?" "Over to the sofa." Adam saw shadows darken the louvered doors that separated his part of the room from the rest, but the two guys crossed to the other side of the room - which was now clearly visible due to a very conveniently placed large wall-mirror! Although he was still shit-scared at being discovered, Adam was highly aroused at the prospect of being a secret voyeur - and thankful that he hadn't fully closed the doors! For the first time Adam didn't need to use his imagination. The guy leading the way was really tall - well over 6 foot, with dark hair, a lithe body and long legs that led to a neat, muscular ass. Purely from his height, Adam assumed that he was Michael Chapman's son. The other guy was smaller, fair-haired, pale skinned and thin, though muscular, and it was he who was obviously taking the lead. "Bend over the back of the sofa so I can get at your ass." And it was a GORGEOUS ass! Adam watched with a mixture of disbelief, disgust and fascination as the dominant guy used his hands to spread John's ass before spitting at his hole and then proceeding to lick vigorously. It seemed pretty gross to Adam, but judging by the moans of pleasure coming from John, he was loving every minute! Adam continued to watch the erotic display, at the same time squeezing and stroking his own cock through his trousers. More spitting and licking led to a finger being inserted into John's hole, soon followed by two fingers, then three. Three caused a yelp of pain - "Ahhhhh! Shit!" "Are you all right?" "Yeah, I'm OK Chris - don't stop. Mmmmmm! Oh, yeah - keep going. You know what I want." Chris, Adam now knowing his name, kept to three fingers for a few minutes, gently sliding them in and out of what must be a pretty tight opening. "I think I should get some lube, John, if you want to go further." "OK - good idea;" - Adam lay absolutely still as Chris removed his hand from John's ass, and turned back towards the bed - "it's in my bag - at the right-hand side." Adam couldn't stop the gasp that accompanied his first sight of Chris's hard cock - it must have been at least 9 inches long and impressively thick - and it was now pointing straight at the half open door. Holding his breath, and hoping he hadn't been heard, Adam was relieved to see Chris stop, bend down and take a bottle out of the bag, before turning round and heading back to the sofa. Squeezing a sizeable amount onto his right hand, Chris then spread it over and into John's hole, which was now noticeably stretched from its earlier state. The lube certainly seemed to make a difference, and Christ resumed his steady in-out motion. "Ready for four?" "Yeah - go on." The thought of four fingers being pushed into an ass-hole made Adam wince - and it was obviously painful for John. Ohhhhhhhh, fuck! That hurts." "Want me to stop?" "No way - I might never be up for this again." Over the next few minutes Adam watched as Chris pushed and twisted his four fingers in John's ass, accompanied by a great deal of groaning and squishing, squelching sounds until he heard John say, "OK - I think I'm ready now." "Sure?" John nodded his head. "OK - I'll take it slow." Adam feared the worst for John, and couldn't begin to imagine how it must feel, but it clearly was Chris's intention to try and get his whole hand up John's ass. Adam wanted to turn away - this was really heavy stuff - but he found his eyes being continually drawn towards the tortuous act that was taking place only a few yards away. Even though Adam was witnessing everything with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to believe that what he was seeing was possible - and why would anyone want to do this? Was this what gay sex was like? Chris made his hand as small as possible and slowly, gently pushed. The effect on John was instantaneous; gone were the low-pitched groans and moans, and in their place were high-pitched squeals and whimpers of unimagined sensations. John threw back his head as he edged in the opposite direction, effectively impaling himself. The room was filled with the sound of pain and panting - "Ohh, fuck - sshh - nngghhhh - sshh - aahhh - sshh" until John could take no more. "Stop, Chris - for fuck's sake, STOP!" Chris slowly and carefully slid his hand out of John's ravaged ass-hole. The only sound was that of John's breathing, slowly returning to normal. "Are you OK, John?" "As OK as a guy can be who's just had a telegraph pole up his ass! I was so close, so fuckin' close, but the pain! It was just too much. Sorry!" "No prob. Let's get cleaned up." "Will we hell! I want you to fuck me senseless - and I haven't cum, yet!" "Are you sure you want me to? - Your ass must hurt." John said nothing, but he didn't need to. Dropping onto his back, with his head on the arm of the sofa, he lifted his legs, hooked his arms behind his knees, pulling them down onto his shoulders. "Come on, Chris - I'm wide open; go for it!" "I'll have to get a condom." "Why - we're both clean, aren't we? I need you now!" Glancing down at John's fantastic body, Chris threw caution to the winds and slammed into John's open ass. Adam could hear the slap as the two bodies made contact and Chris was soon into a fast, steady rhythm as he pounded into John, who by this time had started wanking furiously. For Adam the scene had changed from disgust to delight, and he quickly undid his belt, pushing down trousers and briefs, and grabbing his pre-cum covered dick, matching John in speed and vigour as he pulled his meat. Adam couldn't take his eyes off events next door, where both guys were obviously enjoying the powerful, animalistic fucking. Chris then added to the excitement by lifting John's hand away from his own cock, and replacing it by his own. Now each time that he pistoned into John he simultaneously pulled down on John's hard cock. The effect was electric, John sliding his hands over his chest, up Chris' arms, putting his fingers in Chris' mouth - ecstasy, but without the tablet! Adam recognised the signs of his own approaching orgasm, and judging by the sounds that John was making, he must be pretty close, too. "I'm cumming - faster - yeah, oh yeah! Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Before this instant Adam had only ever seen himself cum, but nothing could have prepared him for the explosion that shot from John's cock - it wasn't that thick, but the amount! And the force!! And the distance!!! John's face, chest and stomach were covered with pools of milky liquid, and he squeezed the last few drops from his cum-covered dick. The sight pushed Adam over the edge, and he, too, produced a massive, hot load, which flowed over his hand, down his cock and onto his pubic hair. Thankfully Chris was continuing to make enough noise to cover any sounds that Adam might make, and soon his sticky spunk was joining John's. Smiling, Chris lowered his upper body towards John and began to erotically lick up their mixed love-juice. "Mmm - I love your rich cream sauce. Want a taste?" John opened his mouth to receive Chris' cum-covered fingers: "Mmm - more like rice pudding." Adam continued to pull on his now softening cock as he watched Chris and John savour the man-juice they'd produced, before they shared it in a long, sexy snowball kiss. "Thanks, Chris - you were fantastic." "So were you - and the next time, well, who knows?" Chris stood up, and helped John to his feet, each guy placing an arm over the shoulders of the other as they headed towards the en-suite shower-room. Adam was off the bed in an instant, grabbed some tissues to give himself a quick wipe, and then hauled up his briefs and trousers. Checking that the two guys were in the shower-room (how he'd love to be a secret observer), Adam crossed quickly to the bedroom door, opened it silently, and stepped into the hallway. "Where will I find the shower gel?" Fuck! Someone was heading into the bedroom from the shower room. With no time to close the door, Adam tiptoed rapidly into and through the kitchen, towards the back door, and escape into the trees. He daren't look back, and could only hope that neither guy noticed the open door. And the next problem would be meeting John that evening, knowing what he'd witnessed - and they'd be sharing a bedroom. Was it anxiety or a sense of anticipation that Adam felt? Probably both. Did he want John to know that he and Chris had been seen, or was everything just too much to cope with. Whatever, he certainly had a pretty good idea of what gay sex was like - some had been a real turn-on, but other aspects most certainly the exact opposite. As he recalled what he'd seen and read, Adam's thoughts returned to the swimming cubicle when he'd heard Greg say - "I'd love to kiss your arse, and suck your cock." "Now if Greg really meant what he said, well, I could maybe suggest some other possibilities...... Now, that could be VERY nice!"