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The Arrangement Part Four
My father left us when I was only four. He met some woman and my mother was out on her own. Okay, so she got the house and me, but over time I saw less and less of my dad as he started a new family. I can remember wondering if I had done something wrong? Something that made him leave? Something that made him ignore me? But as I got older I just realised that he was just a prick and that my mother and I were better off without him.
My uncle, my father’s brother, offered to help us out, but my mother wouldn’t hear of it. She was determined to go it alone, she took a part time job and with the monthly maintenance that my father had to pay, she made ends meet and when I was old enough to look after myself she went to work full time. We didn’t have a lot but it didn’t seem to matter.
When I was 15 Uncle Henry offered me a job looking after his house and garden when he was away, and helping him with some office tasks when he brought work home. My mother, who despite her refusal of his financial help had always got on well with my uncle, and thought it was a good idea. And I loved working for my uncle, who if I’m totally honest, was paying me far too much for the jobs that I was doing for him. I protested at the amount that he offered me but he waved my protests away with a simple explanation. If my father was around I wouldn’t have had to miss out on a lot of things that I had to with it just being my mother bringing home the money. My father only contributed the bare minimum. Now, according to my uncle I was old enough to decide what I wanted to do with my money and as he didn’t have kids, I was the only one around who he could spoil.
When he told my mother how much he was going to pay me she was shocked at first, but my uncle wouldn’t hear otherwise. My mother backed down, with the proviso that I saved most of it for when I went to university. We all agreed.
Henry was there for a lot of my childhood, babysitting me, giving me the occasional treat or taking me out for an afternoon to get me out from under my mothers’ feet. I often wished that he was my real dad.
Henry was much younger than my father. Now in his late 30’s, he was single, never married, and ran a pretty successful haulage company. His house was amazing, he bought a plot of land and had this modern bachelor pad built. It was bright and roomy, lots of large glass windows that looked out to an unobstructed garden with a pool house at the back. He’d filled his home with gadgets and gizmos and every new piece of technology you could think off. It was a real boy’s toys kind of place.
It was my uncle who was the first person I came out to. It was just after I started working for him and he took it upon himself to do the birds and the bees talk, as he thought that my mother might have been to embarrassed to. That’s when I told him that I was gay. He was a bit taken aback, but I knew that his reaction wouldn’t be too harsh as I had not long before found out the same thing about him.
I told him that when I was using his computer for my homework one weekend I found a few files on it that didn’t leave much doubt. He wasn’t amused, but conceded that any files on someone’s computer were fair game, especially if they were ones that you didn’t want anyone else to see.
So he switched his birds and bees talk to a chat about safe sex. This was a bit embarrassing for me as it was like this guy who had been a sort of father figure to me going into graphic detail talking about man on man sex.
When I reached 16 he told me that he would let me have one of his guest rooms as my room and that I was welcome to stay over at his place any time I liked, whether he was there or not. Just as long as if I bought a guy back with me that I promised to be careful.
Bringing a guy back, chance would be a fine thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not your typical loner, I do have friends, just not that many, and I’m not really close with any of them.
I did have a friend, my best friend actually, who I used to mess around with. Back in our early teens we used to spend weekends having sleepovers at each other’s homes. I don’t know if it was just curiosity or something more, but we spent a lot of our time together playing with each other’s dicks.
We were thirteen and both of us being considered geeks at school, if we were considered at all, that is. I remember listening to boys in class bantering with each other about girls and sex. Most of whom I was sure were either making it up or exaggerating their miniscule conquests. I used to wonder who was really doing it? At the age of 13, probably no one. Okay, maybe one or two. But I was pretty sure that most of the banter was bravado.
I would sit there listening to those apes going on about getting to second or third base with some girl, and I’d be there with a smug look on my face thinking that they were a bunch of twats. Not that I could have joined in even if I wanted to. I mean. Aside from being a social outcast, telling everyone that I’d had a great blowjob by my best mate over the weekend wasn’t really the done thing.
Pete, my best mate and I had two years of exploration together that started out with a bit of dick fumbling and gradually moved on to full sex. Did I love him? No, but we were really good mates. I would often fantasize about Dane while Pete and I were having sex. Don’t worry, Pete knew about my crush on Dane, he was the only one who I could talk to about it. Pete, meanwhile had worked out that he was bi and would be equally fantasizing about some guy from the football team or some girl from the netball team.
But we shared these fantasies with each other, if anything it served to embellish our fun together. And that was what it was, fun. We both knew that we didn’t love each other, beyond friendship, but we both felt what we did with each other gave us an extra dimension to our friendship.
It all ended when we were 15, when Pete’s father, who worked for a merchant bank, accepted a post in New York and moved his family over the pond. Pete and I were devastated to be parted, but what choice does a 15 year old have but to go with their family?
We stay in touch regularly via the internet and Skype, I’d told him all about Dane and our “arrangement”. Meanwhile he’d fill me in on the details of living the American dream on the upper east side and about his girlfriend, who just adores his accent, which is odd to me because I can definitely tell that in the two years that he’s been there, Pete’s picked up an American accent.
Amanda, Pete’s girlfriend is a bit of a New York socialite and Pete’s told me about all the parties that they go to and all his new friends. It sounds like he loves his life over there and he’s a million miles away from being the nobody he was here.
He wants me to come over to stay with him and his family in their summer house in the Hamptons once I finish school and meet his new friends and his girlfriend. I’m looking forward to it and to finally meeting Amanda in person, after having spoken to her over the net several times. She knows about Pete’s and my past and she’s really cool with it, but she has warned me that when I come over in the summer that I have to keep my hands off her man.
So anyway, with my best friend thousands of miles away, my other mates being little more than acquaintances I spend pretty much every weekend and maybe a night or two during school over at uncle Henry’s place doing a bit of cleaning or gardening and just generally relaxing in front of his 65 inch plasma TV watching one of his vast collection of DVD’s. Sometimes he was there, but most weekends he was away. It was great to have the place to myself.
It was a few days before Christmas and I had been staying at my uncles since we broke up. I wasn’t expecting to hear from Dane as I knew he was off to Dublin with his family for a big get together, so I was surprised to get a call from him on my mobile asking if he could come over. I said that he could and he replied that he’d be over in an hour or so.
I told him about staying at my uncles before Christmas and had invited him over, but I didn’t really think he’d be bothered.
To say that I was happy that he wanted to come over to see me before he went away was an understatement. We had no homework that had to be done, no tests or assignments. So this was him coming over to see me. It felt to me that this was him demonstrating that he really was becoming my friend.
I set about my household chores to get them out of the way before Dane arrived which was more like two hours and not one. He let out a whistle at the size of the house as I invited him in and gave him the grand tour.
We ended up in my bedroom, a good sized room much bigger than my room at home and it also had an en-suite. I went over to the wardrobe that took up the whole side of a wall and opened a drawer saying to Dane that I had something for him.
I pulled out wrapped package and wished him, a merry Christmas.
“Cheers, but I didn’t get anything for you.”
“Don’t worry.” I replied.
He undid the paper and pulled out a leather thong and held it up in front of him.
“So I’m guessing that this is as much as a present for you as it is for me?” He laughed.
I shrugged, and looked a bit sheepish.
“How about it?” I asked.
“You want me to wear that for you?”
“Well you do owe me, remember.”
“Okay, maybe later. Erm, Sam,” He said pausing and looking slightly guilty. “I don’t want you to get mad but this was too a good an opportunity to miss.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“My house is never empty, as you know, and well, as you had this place for the weekend I thought I’d invite Michelle round for a bit of fun.”
“You did what?” I yelled.
“Come on be a mate, help me out here. This will be the last time I see Michelle before going to Dublin and I’ve not had a chance to be with her for ages. Her parents can’t stand me, so we have to wait for her mother to be out before we get a chance to get it on in peace.”
Before I had a chance to answer him the door bell went. He looked at me and said
“She wont be here long, I promise. And then we can spend the rest of the afternoon together if you want.”
“Okay.” I acquiesced.
“Cheers, Sammy. You can watch if you want.” He said as if he’d just had a great idea.
The door bell went again.
“Watch you and Michelle get it on? I think I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself. But if you change your mind hide in the bathroom back there and stay quite, I don’t want my girl freaking out.” He grinned an evil grin.
The bell rang another time, he shrugged his shoulders, turned and left the room. After a few moments I heard them at the front door.
“Wow, how did you get this place?” She asked.
“A mate’s looking after it for someone. He said we could use it if we wanted.”
“Nice,” She replied.
“We don’t have long, do you want to come up?”
I heard them climb the stairs and realised that I hadn’t left the bedroom and that I would cross them on the landing if I left right then. I hid in the bathroom.
“This place is so cool.” She squealed.
I heard them passionately kiss a few times, then when they broke off Dane said,
“I’ll go and see if there’s a condom in the bathroom.”
“Okay” She purred.
He walked though the door and as he saw me he grinned. He then pulled a condom out of his jeans pocket and winked at me. He turned and left the room but didn’t move too far from my sight and threw the condom on the bed.
He then pulled off his trainers and then undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor. Meanwhile I could hear her getting undressed. Next he took his socks off, then his t-shirt and he was finally standing there with his back to me in his black silk boxer shorts that I bought him a few months before.
“Oh Dane, you look so hot.” Michelle’s voice sounded so seductive.
“So do you babe.”
He turned round and faced me, he was pitching a tent in his shorts and he smiled up at me raising his eyebrows slightly, as if to say ‘I know you like what you see and that you’ll forgive me anything.” He was probably right.
He put his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, as he did so his hard cock caught on the fly or a second and then bounced back pointing up at the ceiling as he eased them down.
This was the first time I’d actually seen Dane with a full on erection. I’d seen him with a semi a few times, but that was mostly when he was in a pair of pants. This was no semi, he was steel hard and almost flat against his belly. I guess the fact that he was about to have sex with Michelle was all the stimulation that he needed.
The other thing I noticed was that he’d shaved his balls bare. I told him ages ago that I thought it would be a good idea if he did, but he just dismissed the idea as something that he wasn’t going to do so I dropped it.
He straightened up and held his arms up in a pose. “What do you think?” He asked.
My eyes couldn’t have bulged out any more than they were. He knew what I thought and that just looking at his muscular body and hardness, that any anger that I had at the situation that I had was gone for now.
“Better than ever. Now come over here, I’m hungry.” Michelle whined,
He hooked the waistband of his silk boxers with his big toe and kicked them up then into the bathroom, landing next to me. I picked them up and held them up to my nose. Dane gave me a little smile then he made a slight gesture to me that I thought looked like he was saying take a look, but keep out of sight. He turned round and I watched his muscular buns walk from view.
“Hey, you’ve shaved! About time too.”
“I did it for you babe.”
I thought I was going to gag.
Then I heard some slurping sounds and felt that it was safe to sneak a look as they’d be too occupied in what they were doing to notice me peeking round the door.
Luckily the door from the en-suite to the bedroom opened outwards as it wasn’t a big enough bathroom for it to open normally. This was fortunate as I found I could poke my head round and not be seen.
What I saw was Michelle, naked and sitting on the edge of my bed going down on Dane, who was standing over her facing me. When he saw my head pop round the door he grinned at me, then closed his eyes and concentrated on what he was doing.
Now I’m not going to go into full detail about what they did for the next half hour or so, as I really don’t want to go there. Let’s just say that my imagination had me there being fucked by Dane’s seven inch rock hard tool instead of Michelle.
As he was about to cum he pulled out of her, pulled the condom off and squirted all over the both of them. Then he collapsed next to her on the bed, both of them had a dazed look of contentment on their faces and I took that as my cue to hide back in the bathroom.
Aside from their heavy breathing they were silent for a while, until Michelle said.
“That was fantastic. I love you.
“I love you too.” They kissed.
“Can I use the bathroom to clean up?” she asked.
My heart stopped.
“No, the water’s off. That’s what my mate’s here for, to fix the plumbing.”
“Dane,” She whined. “I’m going to feel all sticky till I get home.”
“I’ll get you a towel.”
I heard him get off the bed and walk over to the bathroom, at the threshold he stooped to pick up his boxers where I’d dropped them and wiped them over his now semi hard cock. As he walked into the room he handed me his shorts and used condom then looked as if to say ‘a present for you’.
I wrinkled my nose up at him.
He smiled and quietly whispered “so you don’t want Michelle’s cunt juices mixed with my cum then?”
I shock my head no. He then looked down on the splats of cum on his chest and scooped a glob up on his finger and held it to my mouth, which I opened gladly accepting the offer.
I’d tasted his cum before, but never this fresh. It was always cold or dry in a pair of his underwear. I let it swill round my mouth to get as much of the warm salty taste as possible before I swallowed and then eyed what I hoped would be a main course. He had a larger glob just above his belly button that was starting to drip in. I gestured my finger at it and looked in his face for permission to wipe my finger over his six pack. He shook his head and just as I was about to let out a protest he held his finger over his mouth to shush me. Then with his other hand he reached behind my head and pushed me down to face his stomach. I needed no further hint and stuck out my tongue and licked him clean.
“What’s keeping you.” Michelle called out.
Dane jumped away from me then called back
“Sorry babe I’m trying to find some clean towels.”
He grabbed a couple off the hot rail, then pulled my head close to his and whispered right in my ear “We’re even now. Right?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just turned back to the bedroom wrapping a towel round his waist as he went.
They made small talk as Michelle dressed, meanwhile, as quite as I could I was finishing myself off. I heard Dane tell her that she had to go because his mate would be back soon. She replied that she thought he said his mate was okay with them being there. He told her that he had lied, but she wouldn’t have come round otherwise. I didn’t hear the rest as they left the bedroom and I was reliving what I had just seen in my mind.
The scenes of Dane’s hard on bouncing around swam into my head along with thoughts of watching him in ecstasy having sex, of course I placed myself in Michelle’s place. After all it was my fantasy.
After I let my load go I opened my eyes to see Dane, still naked but for the towel wrapped around his waist, grinning at me in the door frame.
“Enjoy yourself did you?” He asked.
“Yeah, I suppose I did.” I replied while trying to stuff my softening dick back into my jeans.
“So you’re not mad at me then?”
“Yeah, I’m mad at you, and that doesn’t make us even, not by a long way.”
“What even after I let you lick my cum off of me?”
“Even after that.”
“You ungrateful git.” He laughed. Then changed his expression to look quite serious he said “Who knows, if Michelle hadn’t interrupted I may have let you lick the juice from the source.”
“What!” I exclaimed.
“Too late now, the moments over, the post coital glow has faded and now we’ll never know.”
“What? You were going to let me blow you?”
“No, I only said that I might have let you…”
“You can’t tell me that!” I burst out interrupting him. “Right, I’m never doing another homework assignment for you ever again. Get the fuck out of here. You only used me because you knew you could have a place to fuck your girlfriend in.” I didn’t know if I was being serious with my last statement, all I knew was that I hated how he knew he could push my buttons and piss me off.
“What you think I’m here just because of Michelle and that you help me with my grades? I thought we’d gone past that…”
He looked at me with such anger in his face that I’d never seen before. I didn’t get a chance to reply to what he said as he continued in his rant.
“…But if we haven’t let me remind you that you get to see me because of an arrangement. I wear what you want me to wear, I sit in your room in next to nothing so that you can perv over me so that you’ll help me with my school work. Do you honestly think I like it? Let’s get one thing clear, I only do what you want me to do because you’re helping me. Nothing more!”
“I, I, …” I couldn’t find the words to reply to his outburst, so he continued, although his tone softened from a shouting rant to something like a matter of fact voice.
“There can’t be many guys out there who are comfortable enough for someone like you to go round sniffing their underwear. I’ve worn whatever you’ve told me to and even allowed you to touch bits of me.”
“Not the bits that count.” I mumbled looking down at my feet. I said that without thinking and it only gave rise to his anger.
“Okay.” He snapped. “If we’re back to that then thanks for letting me have Michelle over, here, cop a feel.”
He let his towel drop and pulled my hand towards his now soft genitals.
“Go on, there’s no underwear this time. This is what you want isn’t it? I owe you, take hold of my dick and play with it if you want. But this is the last time you’ll see me. I feel just as used by you, so don’t come all the wounded victim in this. It’s never bothered me that you perv over my body, where some guys would smash your face in if they knew that you fancied them. But don’t ever forget that you’re using me as much as I’m using you. If you want to end our arrangement then that’s fine by me.”
He pulled my hand closer to him until it was touching his flaccid dick. I immediately pulled it away. This is not what I wanted. In the past he’d let me feel him up, play with his package, but only through his underwear. This was not the way I wanted to do this and I didn’t like his threat that I would never see him again either.
“I’m sorry Dane. I didn’t mean any of it. Please don’t go.”
It seemed that his mood had instantly swung and softened.
“Sammy, I like you. You’ve been great helping me out these past few months. But I think that you’re getting the wrong idea about me. I know you think you love me and maybe I’ve been so happy that you’ve helped me improve in class that I’ve done things that might have made you think that there could be more between us. I can handle it, but it seems that you can’t. If that’s so, then I’m sorry, and maybe we should call it a day. I’ll get dressed and go, and we’ll end our arrangement now.”
“Dane, please, don’t go.” I begged. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. I just got pissed off that you invited Michelle round.”
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have invited Michelle over, at least not without asking you, but I didn’t want to give you the chance to say no. That wasn’t right. But we don’t get enough private time and I saw an opportunity. That was wrong of me.”
“Yeah, maybe. But I did enjoy the show.”
“I thought you might you little pervert. How about we forget all this crap and have a good time for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Do, do you want me to carry on teaching you then, or were you serious about quitting?”
“What and give up my chance to pass my classes and go to university? Are you mad?”
“And if sitting around in your underwear makes you feel uncomfortable then you don’t have to.”
I couldn’t believe that I had just said that. But maybe it wasn’t about starring at him in his pants now? Maybe I just enjoyed his company and the rest just didn’t matter any more?
“I don’t think you mean that. And too be honest I don’t really mind. I suppose I should be flattered and if I did mind I wouldn’t do it. I just need you to be clear that I wear what you want because that’s the price. I’ve given you the occasional extra reward, like letting you cop a feel, because of a job well done, there’s no way I’d be passing my classes if it weren’t for you. I know that, so I owe you big time and I always pay my debts. But I think your outburst today was more about jealousy over Michelle. It was stupid for me to bring her round, but like I said, I was desperate to see her before I went away. I thought letting you watch was a good idea, I was wrong. But you can’t be jealous of Michelle, because she’s my girlfriend. I think we’re becoming good friends, don’t let jealousy get in the way of that. Okay?”
“Okay.” I replied.
Friends? The fact that he called me his friend meant the world to me. I don’t think I could have heard better words from him.
“Look, I’m getting sick of the sound of my voice and I need to get a shower, why don’t you see what’s about for food?”
“There’s plenty. How about pizza?”
“Sounds great. Now let’s forget about all that crap and enjoy the rest of the day”
“You can stay all day?”
“Yep, till this evening. We’re flying out tomorrow morning and I’ve not yet packed. Me mum will be going mental about now, so I need to be back before she blows a gasket. We’ve got a few hours.”
He turned and entered the shower cubicle and I headed down to the kitchen confident that our little barney was behind us. No blame, forget it.
In the kitchen I took a couple of pizzas out of the fridge and stuck them in the oven and found a couple of cans of lager to go with it. As the smell of cooking filled the room Dane walked in, naked but the black leather thong that I had bought for him.
“What do you think?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be up for trying that.” I replied.
“Well I figured that’s what your original plan for the afternoon was, me, walking around in this.”
“Well, yeah I guess.”
“Maybe I’ll let you take a few photos for you to wank over later as well if you behave.” He laughed.
“That would be great. But only if you want to.
“I owe you, remember.”
As he said that he took a step towards me and took hold of my hand and placed it on the soft glove leather pouch. I immediately pulled it away, mindful of what had been said a few minutes before. He took hold of my hand yet again and placed it on his pouch and smiled saying
“It’s a reward for my last assignment and as a thank you for letting me see Michelle here. I figure you should get to play a bit too. But hey, if you don’t want to then that’s up to you.”
“You mean that?”
“If I didn’t I wouldn’t have said it, would I? I’ll tell you what though,” He said, changing the subject back to the thong. “This the weirdest feeling underwear I’ve ever tried. It’s really odd when I walk. What do you think?”
I gave his pouch a few soft squeezes and told him that I also thought it felt weird. It was like I couldn’t really feel him properly. I took my hand away and he turned round to show me the back view. As ever his butt looked great, he flexed it a few times, and then struck a couple of body builder poses to show his fit body off to its best.
“Like what you see?”
“Always.” I replied. “Do you like it?” I asked pointing at the leather pouch.
“To be honest I think it would take a lot of getting used to. It’s not something I would choose to wear. But if you want me to wear it for the rest of the day I will.”
“Nah, not if you don’t want to. We can find you something more comfortable to wear upstairs. Besides I thought we could go swimming a bit later.
“Now that’s two great ideas.” He replied with a grin.
The oven bell rang and I got our lunch out. We grabbed our plates and a couple of cans of beer and went into the den to eat.
Dane let out a whistle when he saw the size of the telly and all the speakers from the home cinema set up. “Shit man, this must be the best room in the world!”
We set our plates down on the coffee table and sat on the leather sofa. I picked up the remote control and switched the TV on. His eyes lit up at the quality of the picture and asked if I had Sky Sports HD. I changed the channel and we saw that we were halfway through a game.
After waxing lyrical about the amazing picture definition he soon got engrossed in the game, shouting tips at the players or swearing when the referee made a bad call for a penalty. Me? I was more engrossed in watching him, naked, but the leather thong I got for him.
I was amazed by how unselfconscious he had become around me over the past few months. Sitting in my bedroom doing his homework and assignments was one thing, but this was something new. He knew I fancied him and didn’t seem to be in the least bit bothered that I was more into watching him than the football game on the big screen. I loved every part of his lean but muscular body.
Paying his full attention to the screen and not what he was eating, he seemed unaware that a lump of melted cheese had fallen from his pizza slice onto his leather pouch.
“Dane, you’re getting cheese over you.”
He looked down at himself and then over to me and said with an impish looking grin “Well if you’re still hungry, you have it.” Then he turned his attention back to the telly.
I don’t know if he expected me to scoop it up with my finger, but I decided that I would try something that I wanted to do for ages. I knew there was a risk, but at the time I thought ‘what the hell’, I just went for it. I got down on my knees in front of him and made him part his legs. I looked up at his face for any reaction, but he was firmly fixed on the game.
I drew myself up to his lap and put my mouth over his pouch and started licking the dropped cheese up. I waited for a reaction and when I found that there was none I continued licking and kissing his leather covered junk.
After a few minutes of me playing with him, Dane leant forward and I moved back, figuring that my fun was over. But he just picked his can of beer off of the coffee table and sat back down, his eyes still not moving from the game on the big screen. Then he said in a very matter of fact way
“I think the trouble with these leather undies is that I can’t feel a thing, and that there’s no room for expansion, if you know what I mean.”
“You could always take them down.” I replied.
He was silent for a few moments, and I wondered if he was considering it. Then something happened with the game and he shouted “for fucks sake!” I jumped back, because at first I thought it was directed at me, but realised that he was still watching the telly and someone had just missed a goal. After a few moments he looked down at me staring into his eyes and said “I could take them off, but then playtime ends.”
My face fell, although I wasn’t really surprised, especially after our argument earlier. Playing with him, copping a feel or whatever seemed to be fine with him, I even got the feeling that he sometimes liked it as long as he was wearing something. This was okay with me as I love seeing him in all kinds of underwear and getting to play with him was a big bonus. But he had a mental block where it came to actual contact, maybe like anything further was too gay for his head to get around.
Although I knew that as long as I didn’t push him too far, he seemed okay with what we were doing, I still had this urge to push him further. It was a fine line to walk, as I never knew how he would react. Would he get pissed off with me? Would he knock me back? Would he storm out in a torrent of abuse? Or would he go with the flow? As it were.
I think it depended on his mood, and I think that sometimes he even liked it when I pushed a bit too far. It was like I was challenging him to look at his sexuality and while maybe he was scared to go any further, there was a part of him that must be enjoying what we were doing or he wouldn’t let me do it. And he would never have come out with his next statement.
“It’s half time in five minutes, how about we go upstairs to find something better for me to wear during the break and maybe during the second half I’ll let you carry on doing what you’ve been doing. Does that sound like a plan?”
You see, I never know how he’s going to react in a given situation.
I nodded in agreement with him and he gestured for me to sit back up on the sofa. I sat right next to him where he patted the seat and waited for the referee to blow the half time whistle. Again, without taking his eyes off the screen, he did the next thing that surprised me. He draped his arm round my shoulders and pulled me slightly closer to him. My heart skipped a beat at this genuine demonstration of affection.
The game finished for half time and we went upstairs to my bedroom, I let him go first so that I could watch his hairless butt divided by the leather cord of the thong he was wearing as he climbed.
Once in my room I started rumbaing round the drawer for something that I would like to see Dane in. I spent a fair amount of my considerable wages on different underwear that I ordered on the internet and kept round here. My uncle never asked me about the various packages that turned up on his doorstep, nor did he ever give me the impression that he invaded my privacy.
Quite a lot of the underwear that I had bought recently was a size too big for me, I did that on purpose in the hope that I could get Dane to wear some of them for me. I looked through several different styles until I narrowed it down to four different pairs. I laid them out on the bed for him to choose. I suggested that he tried all four on and then we could decide which one to go for. He shrugged his shoulders and said “Ok”
The first was a pair of shorts that were what they call rubberised. They were lycra with a coating of something that made them feel like rubber, but they weren’t skin tight in the front like rubber should be. They looked like normal boxer-briefs, with a generous sized pouch at the front, but at the back the fitted quite tightly, like a second skin.
He dropped the leather thong to his feet and stepped out of it and then pulled the boxers on and said that they were a bit strange and not really his sort of thing. I cupped his package and asked him if there was enough room for him, he replied that there was. I then got him to turn round for a back view, the material stretched over his buns nicely, you could see his dimples move as he clenched and unclenched for me. I gave his arse a light slap and he turned round and smiled then asked “Try the next one?”
I picked up the tiny silver G-string and offered it to him. He dropped the shorts and pulled the G on.
He looked at himself in the mirror and then turned to me and said
“Lucky I had a shave down there or this would look stupid with pubes sticking out all over the place.”
“I noticed that. What made you change your mind? Last time I mentioned it you laughed it off and said that wasn’t something that you wanted to do.”
“Things change and I thought I’d give it a go, and you heard Michelle’s reaction. She loved it.” He beamed. “You know, in some strange way I think that you’re good for our relationship.”
“How do you mean?”
“If it weren’t for you I would never have thought about wearing a thong. She loves seeing me wearing them, and it was you that’s been on at me to neaten up my pubes, and like I said, she loves that too.”
“Well I’m glad to be of service. I think.”
“Anyway, what do you think?” He asked pointing at the g-string.
I cupped his basket and replied that I thought it looked good.
“The only problem with this is that I can’t see it holding much if I got an erection.”
“Do you think you’re likely to get an erection then?” I asked.
“Well if you carry on with that then who knows?” He laughed.
“I can’t think of a reason to stop.”
“I can, if you want me to try the other two pants for you, that is.”
I took his point and reluctantly released his goods. I then went over and picked up the third pair for him to try on. It was a pair of black wet look briefs, with a difference; they were split down the back seam, and were called ‘rear access briefs’.
I showed it to Dane and he burst out laughing.
“You’re kidding right?”
“Nope. But if you don’t want to then I’ll find something else.”
“You know, sometimes I think you just want to see me wearing the stupidest of things and you’re having a laugh at me.”
“No, not at all.” I replied, shocked at his suggestion.
He took them from me and examined them closer, opening up the slit at the back and peering through the hole.
“I think the only reason for someone to wear these is if they were expecting to get their arse fucked. Don’t you think?”
I didn’t answer.
“You know that’s not going to happen. Right?”
“Yeah, I know.” I replied hoping that he wasn’t going to get angry. Thankfully he didn’t. Instead he picked up the fourth pair and looked at them. They were made of the same black wet-look material as the briefs with the hole in the back, but they were a thong with a difference.
Rather than a pouch, there was a sheath that your cock went into. Again he laughed and said that I really was taking the piss. But he didn’t hesitate in removing the silver g-string and pulling on the thong. He adjusted himself until his flaccid dick was in the sheath and looked in the wardrobe mirror.
“Looks a bit pathetic, doesn’t it?” He asked while giving the contents of the sheath a couple of flicks. “This sort of thing probably looks better with a raging stonk-on.”
I nodded in agreement, then said “The other thing I like about them is the way they separate your balls.”
Again he looked in the mirror and lifted up his cock to reveal the sack that held his balls. It had a line of elastic that went from the bottom of the sheath right round to the cord at the back. This meant that each ball had its own material sack.
“I wondered why that felt fucking weird down there. Do you wanna feel?”
Did I? I was there before he could change his mind. I took hold of the wet-look sheath that was about a third full and started playing with his soft dick.
“You know, I’m still pretty horny from fucking Michelle earlier. I doubt that it will take much before we see this thong as it was intended.” He let out a little chuckle as my ears didn’t believe what they’d just heard.
True to his word his shaft got thicker and fuller as I played with him and not before long his was boasting a full grown boner. It was pointing up and almost flat against his stomach, just like I saw him earlier when Michelle was around, but of course this time he was covered.
“I think we’ve got a winner.” He announced smiling at me.
I carried on jacking him off with one hand and with the other I was running it over his hard pecs. I got the feeling that he wanted me to push him further, how far? I did not know, but I figured that I could take advantage of him after he had said that he was still horny after fucking his girlfriend. So I took the opportunity to lower my mouth to his chest and was soon sucking on his right nipple. It was hard and he was making noises of appreciation as I ran my tongue around it.
At that point we were interrupted. His mobile phone started to ring in his discarded coat pocket. He pulled away from me and said that he had to get that.
“Leave it.” I begged. They can call back.”
“I can’t” He replied. “That’s Michelle’s ringtone.”
Damn those individual ringtones!
He picked up his coat and fished his mobile out and pressed the answer button.
“What’s up Michelle?”
I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I could tell from the shrill sound coming from Dane’s mobile that she was hysterical. Dane started pacing round the bedroom floor trying to calm her down. Meanwhile I sat down on the bed and watched his thong encased hard on bobbing up and down as he moved. Eventually he seemed to have calmed her down enough to actually tell him what was wrong and he stopped pacing and stood not too far from where I was seated.
He looked down at me and mouthed “Sorry” and shrugged. I shrugged back at him and then took a chance and by taking hold of his tube covered hard cock in my hand and carried on doing what I was doing before he got his call.
Okay, so I thought that there might be a possibility that he would push me away, but I also figured that there would be a possibility that he wouldn’t. What I hadn’t thought of was that he would take a step closer to me and while carrying on talking to Michelle, that he would place his hand on the back of my head and direct me towards his crotch.
I opened my mouth and his thong encased tube slid in. It was the strangest feeling in the world, his shaft protected by the thick wet look material. I went down on him back and forth and while he was still talking on his mobile he pushed the back of my head closer and closer to him. Meanwhile I had grabbed his firm buns in my hands and was pulling him in as he backed out.
When he finished talking to Michelle he tossed the mobile on my bed and said that we had to finish up because he had to leave.
“What?” I protested as I pulled away from his cock and looked into his bright blue eyes. “I thought you said that we had the afternoon together.”
“We did, but Michelle’s just had a car accident on the way home and I have to go to her.”
I must have looked crestfallen to him as I mumbled that he should go then.
“I’m really sorry Sammy, but she’s freaking out and I have to be there for her. Besides, this is getting a bit too queer for me.”
“I thought that you said that you were feeling horny.” I replied with a tone of dejectedness in my voice.
He didn’t reply at first, he just went over to the pile of clothes that he discarded earlier and picked them up. Once he had them bundled up in his arms he looked at me and said, “I was, but I’ve got to go to Michelle.” Then he added a “Sorry.”
He dumped his clothes beside me on the bed and slid his tube thong off of his boner and let it drop to the floor. As he reached down to pick his boxer shorts off the pile I cried out “Wait!” He froze and looked at me.
It was a cry of desperation from me, and what I had to say to him I didn’t stop to consider the outcome. It was just a pure impulse.
“Let me finish you off and I’ll let you use this place to see Michelle again” I blurted out.
In the silence that followed I had time to go over what I had just said and instantly regretted it. I knew from experience with Dane that I had pushed him too far and crossed that line again that he went on about.
All I could hope for was that he wouldn’t react badly to what I had just blurted out.
“Let me get you right, you want me to let you finish blowing me and you’ll let me see Michelle here again?”
My heart leapt, it really looked like he was considering it.
“Yeah.” I replied with an air of enthusiasm that I now had. “A new arrangement, if you like.”
“That’s a pretty big ask.” He replied but then went on to say. “How about this? You let me see Michelle here any time I want to and I’ll let you finish the blow job”
“No, the deal is one more time here with Michelle for one blow job now. If you want to have her here over more often then we’ll need to work out an alternative arrangement.”
The mere fact that Dane seemed to be thinking about it was enough to make me brave enough to play hardball with him.
“Think about it Dane, you’re away for the next couple of weeks, wouldn’t it be nice to know that as soon as you get back you’ll be able to see Michelle and fuck her brains out for the whole night. I’ll make sure my uncle’s away and I’ll keep out of sight and you get a place to do her. That’s got to be worth a few minutes with your dick in my mouth”
I knew that what I was asking him for was really pushing it, but as he didn’t react badly and seemed to be actually thinking it over, I figured I should try to get the best deal possible.
“Okay, this is a one off. Don’t be getting any wrong ideas.”
“As if I would.” I grinned.
He walked over to where he had dropped the shaft thong and went to pull it on.
“No. I want to blow you properly.” I was surprised by the tone in my voice that I used. It was almost like an order. And no one orders Dane O’Hanlon around.
“That’s not how we roll Sammy, you know that.”
“Well it is if you want this new arrangement.” I replied. “Think about it Dane, a whole night with Michelle here.”
I got up from the bed and went over to him and moved his hands away from the sides of the thong and let it drop to the floor. Then I took hold of his semi hardness in my hand and slowly pulled his foreskin back and forth, while I leaned into him and kissed his muscular pecs.
His body was tense and rigid and I could almost hear the mental cogs in his brain working in over dive as to whether he was going to let this go on. But whatever his brain might be thinking he cock surly wasn’t. I could feel the blood gush into it as he went from semi hard to its full on impressive seven inches. Gradually I felt him relax and the tenseness in his body just melted away. I took this and his hardening cock as a good sign.
As his dick hardened in my hand there was only one way that it wanted to go. Dane’s cock when hard pointed up to the ceiling, flat against his belly and had the strength of a steel girder. It’s girth was such that at the base I could barely get my fingers to meet my thumb around it, but as it went up it sort of narrowed so that it wasn’t too wide and as I slowly pumped my hand up and down his shaft I had to constantly compensate for the difference in thickness from base to tip.
By now his dick was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, something I remember Dane saying happened a lot. ‘like a hose that can’t be turned off’ he told me. Before long I was using his own fluids to lubricate his pole.
Then suddenly he spoke.
“Sammy, this was just supposed to be a blowjob.”
He took hold of my hand while in mid stroke and his dick slapped his belly hard as it bounced back to its natural hard position. He let go of my hand and gently pushed my shoulders so that I was sitting back down on the bed.
But it didn’t leave me feeling dejected as once I was seated he took a step forward and I could feel the heat from his body on my face.
I reached my hands around his waist and placed one of each cheek of his firm butt and pulled him closer to me then resumed playing with his dick, but this time with my mouth.
I slowly licked the underside of his shaft from his stubble free shaved balls, right up to his shiny helmet, savouring every second of the most wonderful thing I was about to put in my mouth. At the same time as I was kneading his buns with my hands which flexed several times as I did it. Then as I worked my tongue up his shaft one more time I decided that it was time to give Dane a blowjob that he wouldn’t forget in a long time.
As I worked my lips over his sensitive red helmet he let out a very audible sigh, which turned into a loud moan as I went further and further down on his shaft. He placed his hands on the back of my head and held me there as his slowly fucked my throat.
By the noises he made I could tell that he was really getting into what we were doing. I looked up at him and saw his eyes were shut tight and he had an expression that was somewhere between pain and pleasure.
I pulled my head back and let his rigid pole slip out of my mouth.
Dane still had his eyes shut but he said to me in almost a whisper “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning to.” I replied.
I took hold of his shaft that was shiny with my mouth juices in my hand and slowly jacked him off in my hand, while leaning in and licking at his shaved balls.
“Oh yeah, fuck yeah, that’s so good. Don’t stop.” He cried out.
His hot dick in my hand was pulsating and I felt that he wouldn’t be too long from his climax, so I stopped licking his balls and slid his cock back into my mouth and swallowed it down to the base.
We quickened the pace, his balls, tight in their sack banging my chin and his moans getting louder and louder, until his whole body went rigid and he shot load after load of his cream down my throat.
Too much for me to swallow in one or two goes and as I pulled back from his dick to savour the taste of his load in my mouth he carried on pumping. He tried to pull right out but I wanted to milk every last drop from him.
With his dick softening in my mouth, his last spurt a mere trickle I pulled off of him and looked up into his bright blue eyes that had a glazed look in them. Nothing was said, so I took his dick back in my hand and squeezed out the last few remaining drops and licked them off with slight flicks of my tongue until he came back to his senses and pulled away from me.
I knew better than to ask him if he liked what I’d just done for him. I could tell that he did, at least while it was happening. Now with post climax glow rapidly fading I was slightly fearful of what he might say.
He stepped back and then went over to my bed where he had dumped his clothes earlier and began dressing. Once he had his t-shirt and boxer on he turned round to me and with a very neutral expression on his face he said
“You know that was a one off and you better not make me regret it.”
I stood up and picked up his jeans from my bed and handed them to him and replied
“Of course I won’t. As soon as you get back from Dublin we’ll make arrangements for a time when my uncle’s away and you can use my room with Michelle.”
“All night? Like we can stay over?”
“No problem.” Then I added. “I’ll even cook you guys a romantic dinner.”
He laughed and replied “You don’t have to go that far, besides, if I’ve got a place to use for me and Michelle we’ll probably be at it all night. If you know what I mean.”
“I don’t doubt you. You’re like some kind of cum factory down there.” I pointed at his crotch, now safely covered by his shorts and jeans and went on to say. “I mean it’s been less than a couple of hours since you had Michelle and by the amount you just pumped down my throat I wouldn’t have thought that you’d had a release in a week.”
“What can I say?” He joked. “I fill up fast. And as I said to you earlier after sex with Michelle I’m horny for the rest of the day. Probably because we get so little time together, when we are we just go for it as much as possible.”
“Well I for one prefer Horny Dane over uptight keep behind the line Dane.”
I knew as I said it I’d gone and crossed that bloody line he goes on about all the time. He tensed up and replied.
“Leave it Sammy. I told you not to get any ideas that this is going to be a regular thing.”
“Yeah I know. But it doesn’t hurt to put it out there that if you ever want a repeat performance, you know where to find me.”
He sighed and said “I’m not going to get through to you am I?” He took hold of his coat and pulled it on.
“Message received load and clear. A one off, never to be repeated. I get it. But if you change your mind...”
He shook his head and chuckled, then turned round to face me and said
“I’ll see you after the new year.”
Then he did something that really surprised me. He took a step toward me and pulled me into a hug. Just briefly, but it was more than a usual hug that a guy might give a friend, you know brief and a couple of pats on the back. This was more, well dare I say it? Tender. As he pulled away he laughed and pointed down at the bulge in my jeans that had been there since we went into my room for him to try on the pants that I wanted him to.
“Dude, you need to sort yourself out down there.”
“What can I say? It likes what I see.” I replied.
He rolled his eyes and repeated that he had to go because Michelle was waiting for him. And with that he left my room and bounded down the stairs to the front door, leaving me to my thoughts, a raging stiffy in my pants and a bunch of underwear that he had tried on, strewn over the floor.
I had a good evening that night reliving a fantasy that had become a reality over and over again. It was the best Christmas present that I could have hoped for. I just wondered if our new arrangement would really be a one off?
I hope you enjoyed this well over due instalment. If you did, please e-mail me firstname.lastname@example.org
I am working on the next part, which has taken on a whole new angle. Hopefully it wont be too long before I am ready to post it.