Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 01:52:05 -0400
From: johnathan@writeme.com
Subject: My old man Roy

Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. First off, this is my first published
story here. I have had a lot of stories, and have tried to type in many of
them, but I'd often get bored halfway through. I'm pretty sure this will be
done and published, though. Second, although I am a published author, I've
never published any erotic stories before, so this will be pretty much
unexperienced writing. Third, part of this story is absolutely true, and
part of it is entirely based on my fantasies. So there.

My adventure:

Lebanon is a great place to grow up. They say, if you can make it there,
you can make it anywhere. Except if you're gay. Homosexuality is disallowed
as a whole, in this country; and I know a well-known attorney who was
revealed as gay quite recently. Now he's without a job. And I am bisexual.

That's why, at school, I used to be quite secretive about my sexuality. I
went through teenaging with no real relationship, and I used to go back
home and get off to many of the young men at school with me. I was able to
interact with many people, though, because I took singing classes, piano
classes, painting classes, scouting, programming... I believe I was looking
for myself.

I was also member in a private club, which had two olympic-sized swimming
pools, tennis, ping-pong, pool, etc. . And I used to go there quite
frequently.

I had turned twenty just one day earlier, and still lived with my parents,
sixteen-year-old sister and thirteen-year-old brother, when my sister
decided to invite her friends to two days and a sleepover at our
summerhouse, which fit. They spent the first day locked up in her room,
talking about boys, bags, shoes, junk and more, and I was in the
antechamber, which we had made fit to be a small living room. I was reading
the latest Twilight book, Breaking Dawn. Or trying to. Their cheap talk was
as audible as if I was in the room with them. So I called mom and had her
ppromise that we could really have some fun the next day. She said we'd go
to the pool.

That night, mom and dad, who are both medical doctors, were invited to some
sort of a conference. So my brother, our nanny, my sister, her two friends,
and I, had the house to ourselves. Our nanny had been taking care of us
since I'd been seven, and had stayed as housekeeper since we didn't need a
nanny anymore. Now we "kids" considered her as an older sister, because of
the time we'd spent with her around, and because we'd told her everything
we knew and she'd told us everything she knew.

As the three girls spent the night in my sister's bedroom, talking,
laughing and joking around, our nanny, my brother, and I, watched the first
installment of The Godfather. When the girls yelled high, we'd go to the
electricity control panel of the building, which we owned, and we'd put off
the switch that sent electricity to the bedrooms. We'd hear the girls
shout, and we'd have a blast.

Needless to say, we could only sleep when the girls did, which was at about
two in the morning.

I woke up the next day to the voice of my mom, yelling at us to get up and
get ready for the club. I was all set since I'd been told, the day before,
that we'd go to the pool.

Once there, I read Breaking Dawn, because there was not much noise around
the pool; and I was somewhere between chapters 37 and 39 when dad had us go
to the restaurent to have lunch. There, while I waited for the girls, who
were drying up their hair, I met this guy whom I knew to be one year
younger than me, as he'd been in my school, in a lower class. His name was
Roy.

Average height, a little chubby, fair skin, dark and spiky hair, round
face, deep brown eyes, large smile on his face, the young man was a waiter
at that restaurent to make some pocket money. Besides, "Summer Job" looks
good on a college application. Or so I've heard.

Roy was one of the few people who knew that I was bisexual, and who'd
stayed neutral to me when he'd found out. But he'd changed now. I could
feel some sort of attraction from him to me. And I cannot say I wasn't
attracted to him. I'd always called him "little monkey", between me and
myself, because he looked like one...

When the princesses finally arrived, we had lunch, and then mom went back
to sunbathing, dad went to the club's gym, and my siblings and the guests
went immediately into the water again. I had just one chapter left, which I
did read..

And then I stared at the cloudy sky above me. I could've fallen asleep. But
I had more interesting things to think of. Why did Roy seem so happy to
meet me? And worse yet... why did I feel so gleeful as I met him?

And then I understood.

I went to the restaurent, sat in the area which Roy was responsible for,
and ordered a smoothie. When he came with it, I had a big smile etched upon
my lips, and he smiled as well. I asked when he would finish. It must have
been my lucky day. He finished half an hour later. That much, I could
wait. And we exchanged phone numbers.

For the next half-hour, I waited on that same table, and had five chocolate
smoothies. Then, five minutes before his shift ended, I asked for the bill
and got it. I left a full twenty dollars as tip, and I told him to meet me
at the front desk. He nodded.

Five minutes later, I was in the atrium, listening to my iPod touch, to
some Nightwish music, on the couches meant for waiting. And then he came
in, clothed in a green-and-white t-shirt and in short, baggy jeans.

I spoke to the ladies at the front desk, in the atrium, and asked if I
could invite him. The admission for a guest was 19000 Lebanese pounds
(around twelve bucks), which I put on the desk with a smile.

Roy waited for me, smiling. I guess it helped that I was still in my
swimsuit.

We went down to the guys' lockers, and we left our clothes in a small,
wooden cabin. Then we hit the showers.

The club's shower-room is a large place, separated into twelve smaller
rooms, each of which was one and a half metre long and one and a half metre
large. Oh, and the height of the rooms was about four metres.

Roy had never been in that area of the club, which was reserved to
members. I must say that with a yearly membership of two thousand dollars a
person, I don't think any employee in the club could afford to also be a
member. Roy opened large eyes and stared, mesmerized by the size and
grandeur of the room.

But I had some other things, better in both size and grandeur, to make him
stare at.

I had him lay his back on the wall and put his hands behind his back,
exposing quite entirely his smooth body and his seven-inch,
mushroom-headed, errect genitalia. He had a cock-ring attached at its base,
and the balls were fairly hairy. I bound my hands behind his back, put my
mouth around the mushroom head and slid my tongue delicately on the piss
slit, as I felt my little monkey shudder in my arms.

I took a deep breath, and then I started sucking ever so gently onto Roy's
cock, gradually increesing in strength and speed, and he panted heavily and
loudly, shivering with pleasure. He moaned louder as I licked his slit once
more, and then I found the sensible part a little behind the mushroom
head. I used my lower lip to stimulate that little piece of dick, and that
was it: Roy's hips shifted up, his chest heaved, and then one, two, three
ropes of thick, milky, and salty cum shot right out and straight into my
mouth, as Roy gasped and panted.

I indulged in the taste of it, closing my eyes and slightly playing with
the cum in my mouth, testing just how thick it was, all salty and
sour-sweet, until I opened my eyes to see his eyes shining with lust. I
swallowed the precious liquid ever so slowly as Roy pulled in for a
passionate kiss. I was pleased when I felt his tongue playing with mine,
waltzing between our mouths, and then he sucked and swallowed some of my
saliva. I was half disgusted, half turned on that he had taken in some of
my secretion. And then the turn on was too much for me. I couldn't take it
anymore: I wanted more of my secretion inside of my lover. And he obviously
wanted it too.

He lay on the floor of the shower, knees bent, exposing his now deflating
cock and his pink, virgin asshole. I licked it, lubricating its surface,
and then my tongue went into it, and he shuddered. After licking his
interior a couple of times, I thougt he should be ready enough. Considering
Roy was a virgin, I knew he needed a good fingering before he could be
penetrated, but I was just too eager to make him loose his virginity to
actually take the time to figer him.

So I aligned my eight-inch penis with his glorious boyhole, and slowly, but
firmly, penetrated Roy for the very first time. The pain showed on his
face, as he winced, but said nothing. I drew in closer to his face for a
quick peck on the lips, and then I whispered into his ear, 'I can stop this
if it's too painful'. I sincerely hoped that I would go on, though. And
apparently, so did he.

'Go on: it's so pleasurable that I can forget the pain', he said with half
a grin. I smiled. 'If you insist...'

I slowly pulled out, but right before the mushroom head went out, I rammed
in a little harder. 'Unnh..', he went.

Out again. Then in. Then out. Then in. Then out. I was able to reach an
accelerating rythm, and he would wince in pain, and hum in pleasure, at
every powerful thrust that I delivered.

It all only lasted for only about twenty minutes, as I had already fucked
others before Roy, but it had been a long time since then.

In and out, and in and out, and in and out...

Roy's winces of pain got lesser pronounced by the thrust, and his pleasured
hums went higher and higher yet, until, in the end, I felt I was ready.

'You ready to be mine, like I just became yours?'

'Unnnnhhh....'

I smiled. Good answer.

I pulled in almost all the way out, and then I thrust in as far as I could,
and my pelvis hit Roy's as I shot four shots of cum deep into his
system. He yelped high and loud as I took his anal cherry, his face covered
in sweat and his hair no longer spiky.

As I tried to pull out, he put his hand on my elbow and whispered, still
panting heavily, 'I want you to stay inside of me as long as you can'. I
beamed as I answered 'Anything you want'.

We went into a long embrace, my lips stuck to his, my hands holding his
back, and his hands holding my back, and I kept my dick inside his hole for
another ten minutes - even when it had deflated, it was easy to keep it in
as we didn't move a muscle.

And then we showered together in hot water which turned our skin red, until
we were clean as could be. My seed was deep in his derière, and his was
deep in my stomach, so we were deeply planted into one another, when we
left the showers to go to the wooden cabin where we took our clothes and
got dressed.

We went to the swimming pool, and I introduced Roy to my parents as "one of
my best old friends from school".

He followed us in his car on the way home, and he took notice of where my
house was. He knew he was welcome anytime.

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Thank you for reading. Once again, this is my first erotic story posted
online, so I appreciate all constructive criticism at
johnathan@writeme.com. Soon, I hope to post more stories, unless I notice
not to be read, so....