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All good things must come to an end. After our three-way evening of hot lust-filled, erotic sex, both boys had to depart. Chai needed to attend classes the next day and Mark was due to return home to rejoin his parents. We spent the night all entwined together in the big bed. Chai was the first up to gather his clothes and prepare himself for more classes. I got up to start making breakfast for everyone, though Mark seemed keen to stay sleeping. Eventually he too got up to say good-bye to Chai and express the hope that they would meet up again soon. Chai responded with a warm hug and told him how much fun he’d had with both of us. I helped Mark to gather his belongings together from around the apartment. Afterwards, we took the bus into the city centre, wandered around some more shops, and then I put him on the train for the journey home. He seemed very sad to be going – and he promised to be in touch with me again very soon.
I decided to walk back home through the city streets. I needed some time to sort my head out. It had been a remarkable few days. I’d really enjoyed having Mark to stay – although I’d not expected the engage in quite so much sex with him. I still felt unsure about my responsibilities towards him, and what I had allowed to develop – but I also remembered what both Chai and Mark had repeatedly said to me about Markie growing up, knowing what he wanted, and being determined to find it. I rationalised that he was probably safer discovering and learning this stuff with me than with some unknown guy he met off the internet or in some public toilets. He was certainly growing up very fast.
I also felt somewhat lonely returning home to live on my own. The apartment suddenly felt very quiet and empty. I stood in different places, remembering the sense of what we’d done together at different times over the previous few days. I tried to find the smell of either boy in the bedding – and then realised that after all we’d done, the bedding would certainly need a good wash. I set about tidying and cleaning to keep myself busy.
A couple of days later a card arrived in the post. I thought I recognised the hand-writing as being Mark’s. I opened it in anticipation. The front picture showed a landscape scene that was probably taken in the Lake District – all soft hued lake, mountains and sky. The message inside read:
“Hi Uncle Steve, I just wanted to thank you for letting me stay with you in Leeds whilst everyone else went to visit my grandparents in Wales. I had a great time. Thank you. I hope I was not too much trouble. I really enjoyed our trips to Haworth and York – I’m sure they will be very useful to me for my schoolwork. Thank you again. With love from Mark.”
I turned the card over to see if there was any other message, but the back was completely empty. The message was nice enough, but it seemed quite impersonal – just a polite ‘thank-you’ type message. He’d picked up on our visits but nothing at all about the shopping, our time together in the flat, and no mention of meeting Chai. It seemed a very innocent card. I read it through again to see if I’d missed anything and then put it down on a shelf. Maybe the boy wasn’t into expressing himself any more directly in his letters.
It was a couple of days later that I received the follow-up from Mark direct to my email in-box:
From: Mark Hardy
To: Steve Hardy
Date: 5 August
Hi sexy man,
Did you get my card? Mum kept nagging me to send it to you. She thinks that you have to say ‘thank you’ every time someone does something for you. She was on my back about it, so I decided to send off a quick card to you. And then she wanted to read it first, to make sure I’d said the right things.
Anyway, what I really wanted to say was .... I had a FABULOUS time with you. And with Chai. It was the best. We did so many great things. Like when you took me shopping and bought me the jockstraps. I’m wearing one of them now. So sexy. And sleeping in the same bed as you. I want to do that again tonight. And then all the new stuff you showed me. I loved it when you took me into your mouth and made me cum. And later I got to do the same to you – and you put cum all over my face. I wish you’d taken a photo of me. I’ve seen photos like that on the internet – but I want one of me looking like that, all covered in cum. When I look at porn at night now, I can understand more about what the guys are doing. But I just want to be doing more of that myself – especially with you and Chai.
Have you seen Chai again? He is really nice and hot. He’s a bit like one of the boys in the sixth form at school that I really fancy. When he took his clothes off, it was amazing to see him all shaved. And here am I trying to make my body hair grow to make me look like a man. Do you really like shaved guys? Do you think I should shave my hair off? I just don’t have very much of it yet.
I can’t believe that I watched you fucking Chai’s bum. I mean, you looked very hard and thick. And he’s quite skinny. I didn’t think there was any way you could fit into him. Yet you pushed his legs right the way back and your cock disappeared into him. That was SO exciting. I almost came just watching you two like that. And then you fucked him really hard. In and out, in and out. He was on the table and then you held him against the wall to fuck him. I didn’t think you could do things like that. You must have gone miles into him.
But the best bit was when Chai said that I could go into him. I mean, I’ve imagined something like that, but never dreamed that I would do it. And he just said I could. I remember that he turned over for me and I was looking at his bum, and I could see the hole where you’d been, and he was wanting me to push my cock in there too. And I did! That was just amazing. It was like my cock was held in this soft vice, and it was all slippery, and I could slide in and out of him so easily. I was so horny that I knew I would cum quickly. It felt like the biggest cum I’ve ever had. I couldn’t hold back. Even now, when I write about it like this, it’s making me very hard again and I’m having to wank myself. My cock felt a little sore next day, but it’s recovered now and I’m able to do it to myself like before. But it’s not the same doing it on my own.
Jack asked me what happened when I stayed with you, but I didn’t tell him much. I don’t trust him not to tell someone else. And I don’t want mum and dad to know because they might stop me seeing you again.
When can I come and stay again? How is Chai? Please tell him that I really like him. He told me a lot of things about his life in Thailand and here at the university. I hope he wants to be my friend. We’ve sent each other a few messages on Facebook.
Tomorrow I’m going to spend the day with Rory. I think we’ll go to the sports centre or go swimming if the weather is good. I want to tell him some of what happened. Yes, I know, I will be careful. But I’m really hoping that he might want to practice some more together with me. That would be great.
Anyway, that’s enough from me for the moment. Write back to me soon please.
Lots and lots of kisses and licks and tongues from me to you, Markie
After reading that, I needed to get out my phone and look at some of the photos I’d taken of Markie whilst he was fucking Chai on my bed. The two boys together were incredibly exciting. I unzipped my jeans as I sat on the sofa and stroked a big load out of myself as I flicked through the pictures and re-read Mark’s email.
oOo
Over the four to five months that it had taken me to get to know Markie in this way, I’d also begun to develop my relationship with the slender young Thai student, Chai, now studying at Leeds uni. He was a pretty good match for the type of youthful asian/oriental sex that I’d enjoyed so much during my recent years of living in and around Bangkok. When I’d returned to the UK, I’d not been expecting to find much in the way of teen-boy fun. Now I was enjoying not just one, but two, youths – both very much up-my-street: cute, slim, smooth, horny and very sexy.
After the night of very hot sex with both Chai and Mark in my apartment, I found my sexual libido raised to a very high level. It was as though something had been activated within me. I was wanking every morning and every night. I was wandering around the flat in the nude. I’d even sat out on the little balcony in the nude (with a towel discreetly placed over the railing to give me some privacy from people walking below). I was searching through Tumblr and other image websites to find pictures of teens in speedos and shorts – and out of them too. I found myself thinking about Mark and what he might be doing. I was even jealous of his friend Rory who I imagined had much easier ‘access’ to Mark for fun. I tried cruising Grindr regularly for some new guys, but no-one seemed to offer the excitement of the two young men in my life – although in some cases those I chatted to were clearly under-legal-age and inexperienced and I knew well enough to avoid them.
The one guy I did have access to regularly was Chai. He’d not been able to go home to visit his family over the summer vacation. He’d picked up some part-time work but the hours seemed somewhat unpredictable. Sometimes he had to work in the evenings or over the weekend. He liked the extra money it provided him with but I could never be too sure when he would be free. He was also doing some additional studying over the summer in order to make the most of his English education. Several times I texted him only to discover he wasn’t available. Other times, he was out socialising with one or two friends. But when he was free and on his own, he always seemed pleased to hear from me.
A few days after Mark had gone home, I messaged him to see if he was free. He replied almost immediately to say that he wasn’t studying but that he had to go to work in a couple of hours time. I dialled his number to see how he was. We talked for a short while about our time together in York and in the flat. I told him that Markie had been very impressed by him. He seemed a little flattered by the compliments. Then I got down to business.
“Do you want to come over now? I’d really like your company.”
“Oh, I can guess what you’d like,” he replied. “Mmm, you know how much I like it with you too. But I have to go out to work later. There isn’t really time. And I don’t know what time I’m going to be finished. And tomorrow, I have several classes to go to.”
“Oh! But you’d still like to meet up if you can?” I asked, desperate to find some way of continuing the conversation.
“Oh yes, of course, Steve.”
“So how about if I drive round to your place. That way, we might have a little more time before you go to work. And I could drop you at work afterwards?” This was a little more riskier option. I’d dropped Chai off outside his student lodgings, but he’d never invited me inside. I knew he had a room to himself in the student house, with other facilities shared with some other overseas students, but I didn’t know anything about them.
“Oh,” he said, momentarily unsure, “Do you want to come here? I mean, that would be fine but my room’s not really like your apartment. It’s much smaller for a start. And I don’t know if any of my housemates will be around.”
“I don’t mind – if you don’t mind,” I answered. “I don’t want to come round if it’s not convenient or you’d prefer me not to. It would just be really nice to see you.”
“No, I’d love to see you Steve,” and he giggled, “but we might not have too long. And I need to be careful with my housemates if any of them are back home when you arrive.”
“That’s OK with me. I understand. So would you like me to come round? I could be there in ten minutes.”
“Mmm, yes.” His voice had dropped to something quieter and a little more provocative sounding. “How would you like to find me when you arrive?”
My mind filled with images. “I’ll leave that to you. You know what I like.”
“OK. See you soon then,” and he rang off.
I quickly washed and changed my shirt before jumping in the car. It wasn’t long before I was parking round the corner from the student block where he lived. I rang the outside buzzer for his student flat and a few moments later he buzzed me in the entrance door to the block. I knew the number and climbed the stairs to the second floor. The flat door was already open, so I pushed my way in and closed it behind me. Since I’d not been there before, I didn’t know the layout. Several doors seemed to open off the internal corridor of the flat.
“Hello”, I said, quite loud, “The door was open. Steve here. Where are you Chai?”
There was no reply, so I began slowly to walk down the corridor looking into the different rooms through their open doors. There were several bedrooms in various states of mess, a largish living area that seemed unoccupied, with a kitchen area at one end of it. At the end of the corridor were two more doors: one opened into the bathroom and the other was shut. I knocked on this door and waited. “Is this your room Chai? There’s no-one in any of the others.” I wondered briefly whether he’d slipped out to fetch something from a shop, leaving the flat door open for me – but then, who had buzzed me into the building?”
I knocked again. Again, no reply. I put my hand down to the handle and turned it slowly. The door open and swung inwards. As I looked in, my eye was caught by a mirror on the far wall. In its reflection, I could see a bed behind the door, and someone with a brown-skinned body lying on the bed. It must be Chai. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me.
I was right. Chai was lying, face down, across the bed, seemingly unaware of my entry – or simply waiting for me. He must have let me in to the building, so he must know I’d arrived and entered his room. I looked back at the door behind me and, remembering his warning about his housemates, slid the bolt across to lock it.
I looked down at Chai and took in the sight of him lying there. Black hair covered his head as he rested it on his folded arms, face down. His wore nothing on his back. His narrow shoulders were raised with his arms, exposing a very light dusting of hair in his armpits. The caramel-coloured skin of his slender back was flawless as it descended from his neck to his waist. I stood beside the bed and reached down to place the palms of my hands on either side of his backbone. He gave out a gentle moan of pleasure. This was clearly some game of enticement that he’d devised as I’d driven over. I could feel myself becoming excited already.
His feet and legs too were bare. I let my fingers trail up and down the smooth brown skin on the back of his calves and thighs. I heard him moan again. Neither of us had spoken yet. Between waist and mid-thigh he was wearing a pair of faded blue denim shorts. Not only were they made from some kind of stretch fabric, which caused them to adhere tightly to the shape of his thighs and his buttocks, but they were also heavily frayed and torn. There were slashes that revealed the skin of his upper thigh, a hole in the seam just above his crotch, and one of the back pockets had been torn off to expose a large area of his butt-cheek. It was a revealing ‘garment’ obviously designed to arouse and excite.
I stood up again beside the bed and quickly undid my belt and fastening before dropping my jeans to the floor. He must have heard me, but he didn’t move on the bed. When I was down to my briefs, I knelt on the bed and positioned myself astride his thighs. I let my hands roam up and down his back before moving them to the insides of his thighs. Then I pushed my briefs down below my balls and let my cock fall outwards. As my hands resumed stroking his back, the head of my cock was rubbing against his ripped shorts. I moved my hands to squeeze his slender butt cheeks through the denim fabric. I pushed some fingers through the tears and holes to massage his skin. His caramel-coloured, totally smooth slim ass had always been the type to excite me and I watched as my own penis rose and thickened in response to my caresses on his butt. Whilst rubbing him with one hand, I used the other to push my cockhead into the holes in his shorts, so he could feel my wetness and my hardness against him. A low groan escaped his throat. He must have known what was coming as he lay prone before me on the bed.
As I reached full size, I pushed my hand through between his legs to check the state of his arousal. I could feel the bulge in his tight shorts, but everything was still constrained and caught up. I pushed his hips upwards with my hand so I could push my erection all over his ass.
“Are you wanting this?” I asked him quietly.
“Oh, yes, mmm,” he replied equally quietly. Despite the absence of any noises, I still wasn’t sure whether there was anyone else in his flat-share.
“Then you better strip off, so I can do what I want to you,” I ordered. I moved myself off the back of his legs.
His slender body slid off the bed. He stood facing away from me as he unfastened the buttons on his denim shorts and pushed them down over the bulge of his ass. I revelled in the sight of his delicious butt. I pushed my face into his crack as he continued to stand there, breathing in the smell of him, and letting my tongue work up down his most intimate area. I spread his cheeks with my fingers to give me greater access to his hole. I pushed his upper body forward a bit as he spread his legs and I could work on him deeply. He groaned in pleasure. I used my hand to stroke his cock and balls around the front whilst my face stayed buried into his fold.
By now, I was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him. I stopped fondling him for a moment whilst I pulled my shirt off and pushed my briefs down. I reached into the pocket of my jeans for a condom sachet, ripped it open with my teeth and then rolled it over my length. I returned to his ass, pushing my face in once again, and then wetting a finger to insert it into him. For several moments, I finger-fucked him as he began to bend himself forward at the waist and moan more loudly.
“Are you ready for this now Chai?” I checked.
“Yeah, give it to me.”
I took hold of his hips. “OK, come and sit down on my lap,” I ordered. I pulled him down onto me whilst positioning my shaft upright beneath his ass-hole. He held himself there for several moments, adjusting to the flared head on which he was about to impale himself. Then he relaxed more and lowered himself onto me. My head popped inside and then he continued to slide down on me. I watched my pillar of flesh disappear between the smooth cheeks of his ass until he was firmly pressed down on me and I was buried deep within him. “Mmm, that feels so good to be inside you and you gripping me like this.”
Chai began to push himself up and down on me. With my hands held around him, I could play with his nipples and wank his cock. He liked to be deeply penetrated and he was sitting down fully into my lap with each thrust. If he was worried about his flat-mates overhearing him, he didn’t show any sign of it now.
After several minutes of fucking in this position, he stood up and off me before turning around to face me. “Did you like finding me like that?” he asked.
“Yeah, very sexy,” I replied.
He straddled me across my lap, facing towards me, and proceeded to sit down again, making sure that my shaft slid deeply into his ass. I thrust myself upwards to make sure he could feel me filling him. “Mmm, that’s good. I love the feeling of you inside me, Steve.” He paused as he began to fuck himself by riding up and down on my pole. “Did you enjoy it when the three of us were together in your flat last week? How was it to watch your young boy Markie fucking my ass like that?”
“It was very hot. I think that was his first fuck. But he knew exactly what to do. Watching you two cute boys together like that was a real turn-on.”
“Yeah, it was fun with him. But he’s still young and inexperienced. And he doesn’t have the size of you to fill me, Steve.” And saying that, he pumped himself up and down on my shaft, almost bringing me to orgasm.
I pulled his head down towards my face and we tongue-kissed for several moments. My hands stroked up and down his back before moving to hold his buttocks and try to prise them further apart to give me even greater depth. Chai moved his face lower to suck on my nipples. I moved my hand between us to stroke on his rigid brown hardness.
“How about Markie’s ass? Would you like to fuck him like this? Do you think he’s done it yet?”
“I don’t know whether he’s done it. He’s very cute and attractive with a lovely bum. Yes, I’d love to fuck him. But I’m not sure he could take me yet. Maybe one of his friends at school will be the first to take him. I’d love to be watching that.”
“Well let me know if he comes to stay again. I can always help you with his education.”
And with that suggestion, Chai grabbed hold of my shoulders and began to pump himself hard up and down on me. I squeezed his ass and moved him around on my lap to adjust the angle of entry into him. I could hear his breathe rise in tempo. It took another half-minute – and no hands! – for him to shoot several strings of cum out and onto my chest and abdomen. When he was done, he leaned forward into me, almost gluing us together with his cum, and pushing his tongue into my mouth. I slid down and lay on the bed to increase my thrusts into the lightweight boy above me. He spread his knees further to give me more penetration. I thrust my hips as strongly as I could, pushing deeply into his ass. I’d been horny for hours, since reading Mark’s email and viewing the pictures of him again. I wanted to flood Chai’s ass with my juice. My balls were feeling red hot as I fucked up into him. A momentary thought flashed through my mind that this could be Mark on top of me getting fucked. Then Chai bit down on my lip and I reached the point of no return. I felt shot after shot being ejected from my cock, deep inside this young man.
Later, as we recovered and cleaned up, Chai said to me: “Mmm, that was good. Your first time seeing my home as well. I love it when we do something that’s different – different places, different positions, different fantasies. Please keep suggesting new ones. Then we can find new ways to excite each other.”
oOo
From: Mark Hardy
To: Steve Hardy
Date: 10 August
Hi uncle sexy,
How are you today? I’ve been thinking about you and our time together in Leeds. And of course, that’s been making me have lots of wanks too. That was such good fun. And I’ve been on Facebook with Chai. He says you went round to his place the other night – but he wouldn’t tell me what you did together. I can guess. Wish I’d been there to see it – and join in too. Did you take any photos for me?
But life out here in the boring country is not quite without its attractions. I’ve spend a couple of days with Rory – once at his house and today at ours. We went swimming again and then we went into Carlisle. He was asking all about my trip to Leeds. So I told him about some of the places we went. And I told him about meeting Chai. He asked who Chai was so I told him he was your boyfriend. He wanted to know all about it. So he knows you’re gay. Since he’s gay himself, I thought that would be OK. Anyway, he was very interested – wanted to know what you did with Chai, what Chai looked like, and whether you’d done anything with me. He was asking me this when we were lying together on his bed without our clothes on. So I didn’t tell him anything directly – but I just began to take his cock and suck him, like we did. Wow – that made him so excited. He was bone hard and it didn’t take him long to cum in my mouth. Then he wanted to do the same to me. That was really nice too. I love that feeling of being inside someone like that. He wanted to know what else I could show him. I know what I want to do with him, so maybe that’s something I’ll try next time we’re together in private. I wonder if you can guess what that is. I’m sure youe can, hehe.
How would it be if I found some reason to come and stay with you again? Would you be able to invite Chai to come as well? I really hope you can. Please write back to me when you can.
xxxx Markie
oOo
After my visit to Chai’s student accommodation, my sexual libido stayed in overdrive. It was like we’d started to play some kind of sexual games with each other. He would send me little text messages like: ‘How about in your car?; or ‘How about outside in the park?; or ‘Have you ever tried the scissors position?’. I got a real sense that he was just as turned-on as I was. It was like he was voracious for more sex – and more varied sex.
And that exactly matched my own mood. I’d printed out the photos of Markie fucking with Chai and was checking them out most days. I was cruising around on the internet and finding images of other teens – in swimwear, in board-shorts, or in nothing at all. The sight of a youthful bubble-butt would be enough to get me excited. A nearly-smooth body would get me stroking. Two lads together would send my imagination off the deep end.
It was only two days after my visit to Chai that I couldn’t hold out any longer. I sent him a text message:
Me: Can you come round tonight? Let’s try something new.
Chai: I’m free after 8. What do you have in mind?
Me: Surpise. But something different. Bit more ‘risque’.
Chai: What shall I wear?
Me: Nothing is best!
Chai: OK. You better be ready for me.
I tidied the flat and was ready in plenty of time for his arrival. I’d got in a bottle of wine. Although Chai didn’t drink very much, I wanted to make sure that I was ready for anything that might happen. The door-entry buzzed around 8.30. When I checked the entry-phone video screen, I could see him standing outside wearing what looked like a long walking anorak. I thought that was a bit strange for August, but put it down to his fear of the English cold. I pushed to door-release to let him into the building. I opened the front door of the flat to him and waited just inside. He came through, shucked off his shoes as usual and dropped the bag he was carrying. He saw me standing there, gave me a big grin, and came up for a long welcoming embrace and hug. His legs were bare, but given his preference for wearing shorts, I didn’t think anything about it.
“Are you going to take your anorak off? Isn’t it a bit too warm today to be wearing that?”
“I’m OK wearing it. Do you like it?” he asked, giving me a twirl. “I think the zip might be stuck. Can you give it a tug please?”
I stood in front of him and took hold of the zipper toggle with my thumb and finger, dragging it downwards to unzip the anorak from the neck. As it opened, I saw he was wearing a skinny singlet that just about covered his chest. As I pulled the full-length zip to the bottom, I realised that was all he was wearing. His beautiful cut cock was hanging above his balls in full view. My hand automatically went to touch him as I looked up into his face.
“Well, you did tell me to come round wearing ‘nothing’,” he smiled.
“Wow – that’s amazing. Did you come all the way on the bus like that?”
“Yes – I saw one or two people looking at me, but as I was wearing this coat they couldn’t see I was naked underneath.” He shrugged the anorak off his shoulders and hung it over the back of a chair. “Anyway, I brought some clothes in the bag so I can go to classes tomorrow.”
I pulled him into an embrace and started to kiss him. My hands were all over his bare butt. He was irresistible: my fingers squeezed his firm globes and explored into his crack. “I love that you’re enjoying some fun and risky activities with me. It really helps to turn me on.”
“Yeah, I like to explore the wilder side too,” he replied. “I don’t mind if you want to try a few kinkier things too.”
“Like what?” I asked.
He grinned. “Well, that’s up to you.”
I pulled him in even closer, my hands still rubbing all over his ass. I lifted my hand away and brought it back with a quick slap on his buttock. It wasn’t hard, but a smack none-the-less. His buttocks were small enough for me to cup them in my palms.
“Mmm, yeah,” he whispered, “Does that excite you Steve?” I gave him another smack on the other cheek and then followed this with a few hard gropes and a couple more smacks. “You’re getting my ass all hot before you fuck me again with that tool of yours.”
I pulled the singlet off over his head. “Put your hands around my neck,” I ordered him. Then I lifted his nude body off the ground as he pressed into me. I could feel his stiffening shaft against me. I let my finger press against his ass-hole until he allowed me entry. “Mmm, your body is so hot. I definitely want you tonight.”
“I’m all yours. How do you intend to take me?”
“I have a few ideas. But first, you better get these clothes off me.” I stood still whilst he unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off. His mouth pressed in to my face and chest as he worked his way down my body licking into my neck, my arms and my nipples. As he went lower, he crouched on the floor before undoing my belt. Then he opened up my fly and tugged my jeans down. He used his mouth to lick the outside of my hipsters until I was fully hard. He pushed his tongue into the leg opening and licked my balls and my root. I played with his hair and his face with my hands. Then he grabbed the waistband of my hipsters and pulled up outwards and down to free me. His head moved in to suck on the end of my cock, using his lips to push the foreskin down and tongue the sensitive glans. I loved it and let him work on me for a few minutes.
When he came up for air, I moved towards the kitchen area and poured us both a glass of wine. It was definitely going to be a fun evening. We half-lay together on the sofa, giving each other free reign to touch and fondle our bodies. I could feel the excitement coursing through my body as it mixed with the alcohol. For several minutes, I pulled him across my lap, face down, so that I could play with his bum: I squeezed and kneaded, slapped and teased, stroked and poked. He tried to thrust his hips upwards as though to give me permission to do anything with his delectable ass. It seemed that we both enjoyed ass-play.
“Are you ready to move into another challenge?” I asked him after a little more wine and some more playful fondling.
“Uh-huh. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, you said you wanted to do something outside. How about we move out onto the balcony?”
“But won’t people be able to see us if the lights are on in the room?
“I’ll turn the lights down. And we’re on the sixth floor – so they would need to be looking up at my flat to spot us.”
“OK, then, let’s do it.”
I stood up to turn out some of the lights. I picked up our glasses and opened the door to the little balcony. We sat next to each other on the couple of balcony chairs. I’d sunbathed out there before wearing shorts or with a towel covering, but I’d never sat out there totally exposed.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Nice. I love the gentle breeze against my skin. Whilst we can’t be seen from any of the other balconies, there’s a bit of a thrill that someone might look up and see us.”
“Yeah. Why don’t you stand up for a moment and wave your willy around to show everyone?” Chai stood up against the railing and did just that. I stared at his peachy bum before giving him another slap on the cheek. He responded by pushing his bum back into my groin.
“How about sucking me back to full hardness again?” I suggested. He dropped to his knees between my legs, fondled my balls and took me deep into his mouth. Anyone looking up now would have had a perfect view of his smooth Asian ass. I held his head as the blood flowed back in to engorge my shaft. “Mmm, that feels great.” He was expert enough at oral sex to bring me close to a climax and then reduce the tempo to keep me from cuming. I spread my legs and let him work on me.
“Chai, I’d really like to try something if you’re up for it.”
“What?”
“Well, I’ve seen several porn clips of naked boys wanking off on their balconies at night and shooting their cum all over the floor. But I’d really like to fuck you out here. The idea that someone might be watching us is turning me on.”
“Yeah, alright. That sounds good.” He stood up and began to turn around. “Shall I sit on the flagpole in your lap again?”
“No, I want to do it standing up this time. Are you willing to lean against the railing so I can fuck you from behind?” He agreed and I dashed inside to pick up a condom and some lube. When I came back out, he was bending forward, his chest against the railing, his legs spread, and his ass ready and waiting for me. I slid a condom over my rigid shaft and then smeared some lube over my fingers. I spend a couple of minutes lubricating his crack and between his legs and then pushed a couple of fingers into him. He was already moaning in anticipation and pushing his ass back towards me. I love it when a boy is so geared up to being entered.
It didn’t take me long to push my cockhead into him. I looked down between us to watch my shaft stretching the ring of his ass-hole. Then I slid inwards until my groin was pressed against this buttocks and I was fully buried in him. I pulled out a bit and then pushed back in. I looked down to the ground below but it was too dark to make out whether anyone was watching. There were a few lights amongst the surrounding trees and several car headlights passing along the road. I started to thrust into him, building up a rhythm.
“Go on, Steve, fuck me harder,” he urged.
I didn’t need a second invitation. I knew how much he enjoyed being fucked – and how much I enjoyed the sensations of sliding in and out of a boy. I altered the angle of entry a few times to stimulate the whole of his anal canal. I could feel him contracting his anal muscles to squeeze my shaft. I held onto his slender shoulders, looking down at my own thrusts for several minutes. I’d almost forgotten the exposed situation we’d created for ourselves. I could feel the open night-time air on my back and my butt. He was pushing back into me. I sensed we were both approaching a climax.
“Go on Steve, harder. I’m going to cum very soon.”
I didn’t slow down. I tried to go deeper into him. All of a sudden, his hips jerked forward and I had to move as well to stay in him. I felt the contractions of his muscles pumping and over his shoulder I watched as the first two jets of his cum were fired out into the darkness beyond the balcony. I sensed two or three more bursts being fired off. If anyone was walking on the footpaths below they must have wondered what was landing on them from above. The thought of a cum-drenched passer-by fired me to greater effort. I pulled back on Chai’s hips to make him double over and rest his arms on the railing. Then I thrust as hard as I could into his slippery chute. It took another thirty seconds of deep thrusting to take me over the top. I blasted my cum deep inside him to completely fill the end of the condom. Gradually I slowed down, until I too was able to rest on his back. After a few more moments, we dropped back onto the chair, with me still buried inside him and him sitting again on my lap. He turned to kiss me. “Mmm, that was fun. I love it when we try out new things. What else shall we try tonight?”
We did indeed spend the night together – and the sheets definitely needed laundering by the time we got up in the morning.
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From: Mark Hardy
To: Steve Hardy
Date: 14 August
Hi Steve,
I keep thinking about you and Chai together. That’s when I’m not thinking about you doing things to me. Or me doing things with Chai. Or me actually doing things with Rory.
Talking of Rory, he and I are kind-of ‘boyfriends’ I think. We’ve seen quite a bit of each other. We’ve moved from wanking together, to kissing, to sucking ... and last week he wanted me to fuck him in his bum. So I did. I don’t think it was the first time he’d done it either. It was quite different to the time with Chai. It was a lot more difficult to enter him. We had to use a lot of oil to make it slippery. And he found it quite painful, so I needed to go really slowly and stop whenever he told me to. But afterwards he said he really enjoyed it. So that’s two guys that I’ve fucked now – and no girls! I really think I must be gay, like you. I took a video clip on my phone of me with Rory. Would you like me to send it to you? I don’t know if it’s too big to send as an email attachment.
Well, I’ve not yet heard from you with an invitation to come and stay in Leeds again ... so if you’re not going to invite me there, how about you coming to stay here again with us? As you know, it’s my birthday at the end of the month. Mum’s agreed that I can have a birthday party. I know I’m a bit old for that kind of thing, but I said I wanted to go out with some friends, and then have one or two people back to stay here overnight for a sleepover. She said that was fine, if that’s what I wanted. I said definitely yes. So I’m inviting you to my birthday party! You could come for the whole weekend! That would be fantastic. And we could go out, maybe for another hike, or into Carlisle, or do something together. How would that be? Please, please, please say you can come. I can’t wait to see you again. I could even leave you little surprises in the bathroom for you to find. You don’t have to buy me a present or anything – actually, I just remembered, you already bought me the jockstraps for my birthday – it’s you I’d like to have here for my birthday. And I could wear the jockstrap in your honour. Please come, Steve.
Write back soon! Markie xxxxxxxxx
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