Date: Wed, 15 Sep 1999 08:54:57 +1200 From: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz Subject: Testing Times Don't read this if male/male relationships and sex is offensive to you. Don't read this if it is illegal in your State /Country of residence or for any other reason. If you are under 18 stop and go away. Testing Times (Sequel to Temporary Guest.) Part 1 Today was special. Philip slowly awoke, conscious only of a cosy bed and the warmth of Roger's naked body pressed against his. His love for this guy filled every moment of his life since they met a year ago today. He leant over Roger and embraced him, giving him a long gentle kiss. "Happy anniversary, darling." Philip kissed his chest before resting his head upon it. Roger's fingers slowly combed his hair. "Three hundred and sixty five days of happiness, every day knowing that you love me. I love you so much, so very much. My life is the happiest it's ever been." Roger hugged him tightly. They lay there for some time, not wanting those blissful moments to end. Philip noticed the time, startled to see that they would be late for work if they did not hurry. "Shall we dine out tonight? It's a special day, so let's celebrate", said Philip as they drove to the factory. Roger agreed, suggesting a new restaurant called Bon Appetite, that he had heard featured good music. Philip felt inclined to kiss Roger before they separated but felt that discretion was essential once they arrived at Computer Engineering Ltd, where they both worked. Roger headed for the buildings signed Center for Technical Assistance and Research. Philip entered the administration building and opened the door labelled Personnel Manager. Joan, his Secretary, bid him good morning before telling him that the general manager had called. Could he be at a meeting in his office at 10? She told him that with the production manager and production supervisor, they were to decide who would be appointed to fill a vacancy for senior foreman in the electrical shop. She handed him the list of candidates' names and asked him to take their personal records with him to the meeting. The first thing Philip did was to phone Bon Appetite and book a table for two for dinner. He next found the files of the candidates and spent an hour making notes about their skills, experience, and performance reports. It was clear that one, Toby Oliver, in the microchip section was outstanding. Each file contained a recent photograph and as he looked at Toby, he remembered that he had once seen him at the Albion, the gay bar in town. At five minutes before ten, he entered the general manager's office and his secretary told him to go through. Gerald Thompson, the General Manager, indicated a vacant seat. The Production Manager, George Mason, and the Senior Supervisor, Tom Benson, were already seated discussing a production concern. George seemed to be agitated and impatient. Gerald handed Philip a cup of coffee. "Now that Philip has brought the applicant's records, shall we consider the vacancy for Senior Foreman," said Gerald. Philip took his notes from his briefcase and handed a copy to each of the men. "For each of the candidates I've listed the essential areas of consideration. Here is also a copy of the job description and specifications." He handed a copy to each of them. "If you want more information, I can get it from the files." No one spoke for several minutes as they carefully examined the notes, frequently checking with the job description. Gerald broke the silence. "Well what do you think? Which one of the applicants best meets the requirements of the job. You have met each of them and no doubt have a preference. Who is it to be? Tom, he will be responsible to you, so who would you choose?" "They are all good, but my choice would be Toby Oliver. His section consistently meets targets, both quantity and quality. He is liked by the staff and is a no-nonsense guy, conscientious and reliable." "Philip, what do you think?" "I agree with Tom. He's been a first class foreman." "George, do you agree?" George was hesitant, first returning to the coffee pot to replenish his cup before replying. "I agree, his reports are good and he's been an effective foreman, but I have strong reservations." They waited for him to continue. "I don't think he is suitable for a more senior position, to be in charge of men." "Why not? He is in charge of men now," said Tom. "Well we don't want one of them in charge, do we?" he replied. "One of them?" repeated Gerald seeking an explanation. "He's a poofter, everyone knows it. He will be in charge of the young apprentices. and he might molest them." "He's no paedophile," Tom replied, clearly annoyed. "Do you mean that because he is gay, that should disqualify him for this job?" Philip queried. "That's reason enough," George replied. "That's a reason that's not acceptable in this company," said Philip. "Well it should be. There are too many gays employed by this Company." George, clearly angry, vehemently declared. Philip looked at Gerald as he replied. "But that would be an infringement of the Human Rights Act and the company could be liable if it was to have such a policy." "I don't care a damn what their sexual preference might be," interrupted Gerald, "so long as they are good workers and they don't upset others. They're welcome here. I would like you to spend more time assessing the candidates, to be sure that Toby Oliver should be appointed We'll leave the decision until Monday so that George can give it further consideration over the weekend. We will meet again at 9 on Monday in my office for the final decision." George was looking very unhappy as they left. Philip said to him, "If you'd like to talk to me about this problem, I'm available". There was no indication from George that the invitation was welcome. Philip returned to his office worried by George's homophobic attitude. He never realised that he felt that way. The company had a reputation of inclusiveness and it was well known that it employed many gays and other minorities. Why had George suddenly declared his strong animosity towards gays? Philip was out and he believed that most in the company knew that he was gay. Deep in thought, he walked over to the window, concerned about the disclosure at the meeting. He noticed a young man weeding the flower beds at the entrance of the office block, and recognised Grant Mason, George's son, a high school student who was employed during the school holidays. He noticed that his face was swollen and there was a large Band-Aid on his forehead. He looked quite ill. Philip immediately left his office to talk to him. He did not know Grant well, having before spoken to him only briefly. He could see that Grant had been crying, was tense and not at all willing to tell Philip how he had come by the injury. Grant, too distressed to provide an explanation or to disclose anything about himself, did not want to talk at all. As he was leaving Philip said to him, "Grant, if I can be of help at any time do get in touch with me, either here or at my home. I mean it. It's often easier to share problems with someone who's not family. I promise it'll be strictly between us." Grant said nothing. He simply nodded to show his appreciation. The remainder of the day was busy but thoughts of Grant kept intruding. Philip kept wondering how he got those injuries. ***** At the Bon Appetite restaurant Philip and Roger were shown to a table for two. The restaurant, small and intimate with an elegant but conservative decor, was warm and welcoming with handsome young waiters anxious to please. The menu offered a good selection of moderately priced dishes, several of which appealed. No sooner had they given their orders to a very desirable waiter, when he returned with a broad grin. "Who's the beloved?" he asked as he produced a red rose. Philip indicated Roger, who blushed before his face lit up with surprise and delight. "May your evening be filled with every happiness and end with a divine consummation. If you need any help, I would be happy to contribute". He gave a knowing wink and chuckled as he left. "Cheeky bastard," said Philip as the waiter disappeared. "Oh, I don't know. Didn't you notice he was well endowed." "I've noticed it's the first thing you check out." "Few can compare with yours, darling, and it's all mine " Roger laughed gleefully. The main course, a rich beef dish, was excellent. They were waiting for dessert when a young Maori man carrying a guitar appeared. He was dressed in a form-fitting red satin shirt with puff sleeves and tight black trousers. Roger's intake of breath caused Philip to look up to see his look of surprise. "I know that guy. It's Tai Tainui. He's learning classical guitar at the conservatorium. He's often there when I attend singing lessons. He is good, very good." The soft background music faded as Tai began to play. He opened with a bracket of familiar Spanish pieces, very much appreciated by the diners. Tai rose to acknowledge the applause and on recognising Roger, smiled broadly. He then played compositions by Ravel, Villa-Lobos and Granados. These were excellent, showing his talent as a first-class instrumentalist. These were also enthusiastically appreciated. He ended with three flamboyant Flamenco dances. His fingering was that of a virtuoso, and the diners applause was accompanied with cries of appreciation. Tai returned without his guitar and drew up a chair at Roger and Philip's table. Philip asked the waiter for another glass and another bottle of Chardonnay. "That was wonderful Tai," said Roger. "This is Philip, my partner. You've made our celebration even more special." "I'm sure glad I was able to contribute. You guys must be very much in love if that red rose means anything." "We are," said Philip. "Roger told me that you're brilliant - a gifted musician." "He's also gifted elsewhere," added Roger. "Not as much as Roger," said Tai with a grin, "and I don't mean his voice." "Have you two been making comparisons?" asked Philip. "Prove it some time. Call on us soon so that we might get acquainted." Tai told them that he had to prepare for another performance and left. "Shall we go, too?" suggested Roger. "I would much rather continue this celebration in bed." Philip agreed. As they were leaving Tai gave them a wave. Philip hoped that his nice guy would accept his invitation. They were discussing the meal as they approached the front door, when Philip noticed someone sitting on the steps. The figure stood as they approached. The street light was too dim to allow identification until they opened the door and turned on the hall light. Philip was surprised to see that it was Grant Mason. "I know that it's awfully late to call, but I don't know where else to go or what to do. You did say to call you any time." He began to cry. "It's okay Grant," said Philip. "I did mean any time, so come in and tell me what's wrong." Once inside they could see that Grant looked terrible and appeared very upset. Philip sat him in lounge while Roger went into the kitchen to brew coffee. As soon as he was seated Grant was convulsed with sobs. Philip waited until he was more composed before suggesting that he tell him what had happened. It was a heart rending account frequently interspersed with more tears. "It's Dad. He discovered my friend Mike and I naked, kissing each other and he went berserk. He lashed out at me with his fists, screaming as he hit me again and again, calling me a poofter and saying that he would disown a son who was queer. I'd better not get involved with guys who had sex together. I got mad and shouted at him. In the argument that followed, I admitted I was gay. That made him even worse. He began to hit me again. You saw the injuries this morning. When I got home tonight he started at me again. Mum tried to protect me, but he continued to make outrageous accusations, saying I was a pervert and had no place in his home. We were screaming at each other at the end. When he told me to get out, I did just that. I'm sorry to be here, but I don't know what to do or where to go." Grant again began to cry. Roger handed him a cup of coffee. He and Philip were silent, waiting for Grant to continue once he had regained his composure. He repeated much that he had told them, his state of despair mixed with anger very evident. Philip handed him a box of tissues and sat beside him. "You can stay with us until things have blown over," said Roger. Philip repeated the invitation adding that he should tell his mother where he was. He handed him the phone. Grant, relieved when his mother answered the phone, told her that he was alright. He was with Philip who had invited him to stay. He would return home when his father had accepted his gayness and assured her that Philip was giving him a lot of support. As he returned the phone he said to Philip, "Mum asked me to thank you for taking me in. She is relieved that I'm with you." "After a night's sleep, you'll feel better. We can talk about things in the morning, when, in the light of day, problems look somewhat different. Together we can work things out," Philip replied. He took Grant to the guest bedroom and showed him where to find the bathroom. When a naked Roger passed them on his way to the bathroom, Philip noticed Grant's eyes following him. "We spend a lot of time naked," said Philip. "You'll have to get used to it. Sleep well and make yourself at home." It was very late. With Roger and Philip feeling the strain of sharing Grant's problems, they were too tired for the promised sex and were soon asleep. The next morning, with Roger still asleep beside him, Philip lay thinking about Grant's situation. He could hear movement in the lounge and the rustle of turning pages. He guessed that Grant had found the gay magazines on the coffee table. Roger stirred, opened his eyes, and stretched as he yawned. "What a night. Wonderful sleep and I dreamed of Tai and his honey-brown body, and of stroking those tight little buns and his long thin cock. I've now returned to reality and will have to be satisfied with my woolly bear. Come here Bruin and cuddle me." Roger grabbed Philip and began tickling his arm pits and nibbling his tits. Philip yelped and tried to do the same to Roger. Their giggles and laughter interspersed with mock protests and threats, grew louder. A voice at the bedroom door asked, "Can I come in?" "Sure," Roger replied. Grant's naked, well proportioned, firmly muscled body with a long, dangling uncut cock framed by bushy-black hair, slid into the room. The copy of 'Inches' he carried mirrored his own equipment. Roger whistled when he saw this beautiful youth "These guys have magnificent cocks. Are they real?" asked Grant. "I've seen some as good, but not many," Philip replied. "It's not size that counts but what you do with it that really matters." "Are you cold?" asked Roger. Not waiting for an answer he continued, "You can get into bed with us if you like." Philip wondered how Grant would respond. It did not take long, for he quickly climbed over Philip and slid under the covers between them. Although a tight fit, no one minded. Neither Philip nor Roger made much effort to give him more space. They lay still enjoying the feel of naked flesh, touching. Philip was conscious of Grant's hand on his leg. After a brief time, it slowly felt along his thigh exciting him. His cock began to swell and soon became rigid, poking the sheet. He felt Grant's hand enclose it. This grip tightened. Philip looked over at Roger who winked. He was experiencing the same attention from Grant. "Is Lothario wanting action?" asked Roger "Could be," said Philip, "he's already claimed my joy stick." "Mine too! He is a randy young buck. No doubt, with a raging hard on needing unloading, if he's like I was at his age." Grant grinned. "Do you want to find out. With two sexy guys to service me, my delivery will be super-abundant." Philip turned towards him and began to nibble his tits and stroke his body. Roger disappeared under the blankets and Grant gasped as he swallowed his cock. Philip slowly stroked his smooth velvet chest and stomach, completely free of hair, and became entranced by the smoothness and softness. Without blemishes, Grant lay in the bloom of youth. He was divine. Philip, enthralled by this beautiful youth, longed to be like him again. He thought Grant would need all his help, for many men will find him attractive. Being gay and innocent could create many traumatic situations. He wondered whether Grant had fully accepted his gayness. Need he worry? Grant was certainly enjoying the action provided by him and Roger. Philip felt Grant's body stiffen, a warning of an approaching orgasm, His hips began to thrust upwards as Roger increased the speed of his pumping mouth. Grant suddenly shouted as his body heaved, his legs distended and his arms seized Philip as he thrashed about the bed. Roger held on to his cock as cum flooded his mouth. Spurt followed spurt in such volumes Roger found it impossible for him to swallow it all. Grant grasped Roger's hair pulling him off his cock while he wrapped his legs about his neck. Both men felt they were in the grip of a demon as Grant threw his body about. He continued to ejaculate, his cum splattering all three. Slowly his energy subsided. Exhausted, the three collapsed. "Hell, that was quite a workout. A bucking bronco needing two to ride," said Roger. "Look, he 's sweating like a stallion on heat, shall we hose him down?" Philip grinned. "Have you enough in your tank?" "With your help I reckon we could have a sufficient supply for this magnificent beast. Man, look at that cock! And those balls! Wouldn't you love it up your arse, banging against your but?" Roger replied, grinning as he knelt at the side of Grant. Grant was also grinning, wondering what to expect. Philip knelt on the opposite side. Both men began to pump their cocks, watched by Grant. They quickened the pace until their thrashing hands flew the length of their rods. Roger roared as he ejaculated hitting Grant's face with his spurts making pools of cum on his chest and stomach. Philip climaxed while Roger, still ejaculating, flooded Grant's stomach and genitals. As soon as the flow ended, both massaged their cum into his body. Grant was again rigid. This time Philip who swallowed Grant's load, while Roger continued to massage his body. Grant again stiffened and began to buck. Roger fell on top of him trying to control his gyrations. Roger grabbed his balls and squeezed them while with his other hand, he lifted his legs and buttocks off the bed. Grant went wild shouting obscenities until the last drop of cum had been ejaculated. Again they lay back. "You guys are terrific. That is the best sex I've ever had. If I'm your stallion, I want you to be my trainers. It's wonderful to be gay and to find guys who make sex such a wonderful experience. That was really way out. Thank you." Grant turned to Philip, lay on top of him and passionately kissed him. Philip reciprocated pushing his tongue deep into his mouth. "What about me?" asked Roger. "I sucked your cock too. Your cum tastes like cream. I want to milk you every morning." Grant looked up, held up an arm and Roger crept under it, to be drawn into the embrace. The three exchanged passionate kisses as cum spread between their chests and stomachs Roger rolled away. So much sex was addictive and he was no druggy. "Don't you believe it," whispered Philip to Grant. "He's always wanting to fuck and suck me. He can't get enough. He's available any time, so when you feel the need..." He left the sentence unfinished as he got up to follow Roger to the bathroom. Grant quickly followed Regardless of the tight squeeze, Philip and Roger encouraged Grant to join them as they showered. They cleansed every orifice and projection each could find, frequently tickling and pulling each other's cock. Roger left immediately after breakfast for his singing classes at the conservatorium. Grant helped Philip with the household chores and the laundry. He'd been on a high after so much sex, but as the time passed Philip could see that he was thinking about his reasons for being there. "Do you want to talk about it?" At first Grant was reticent, but soon he was spilling his thoughts and feelings about his being gay and the situation at home. Philip listened without interrupting, asking only an occasional question. He felt sure that this would help Grant to appreciate more about himself and to find his own solutions to his situation. He experienced a catharsis as he relived the experience of the previous day and how he felt. At times Grant was crying in despair, but gradually his spirits rose as he gained self acceptance and reassurance. Philip could see how vulnerable were Grant's adolescent emotions, swinging from high to low and back again. The whole morning drifted away listening to Grant. Only when Philip heard Roger returning in the car, did he noticed how late it was. They were mid way through lunch when the phone rang. "Yes Grant is here. Would you like to speak to him?" Roger handed the phone to Grant. "It's Mike. He'd like to speak to you." They could see Grant becoming upset as he spoke. He turned to Philip. "Can Mike come over? He's pretty upset over Dad finding us together and then giving me a hard time." "Sure," Philip replied. "Tell him to come as soon as he likes." Grant returned to the table looking very glum. "He's really upset. He thinks it's his fault that I've had to leave home." "Would you like us to leave you both alone for the afternoon?" asked Philip. "I've a practice with the gay choir, so we will be out anyway," explained Roger. "I believe Mike would also like your help," said Grant to Philip. "We're in love and as you're also in a relationship, your experience could help us both." "Don't give away too many secrets," laughed Roger. "I won't tell them what you get up to in bed," Philip replied. "Not more than eight inches anyway." Grant Laughed. "Mike's got nine inches so it won't surprise me." Roger departed. Philip and Grant had nearly finished washing the dishes when Mike arrived. Grant met him at the door, hugged him and kissed him passionately. He brought him into the lounge and introduced Philip. Mike was more heavily built than Grant with wavy, auburn hair which also glistened on his bare arms and legs. Tufts of light-coloured auburn hair peeped through his partly open shirt indicating this handsome stud with a warm personality he had lots of chest hair. "My God, it was terrible when Grant's father found us making love, completely naked. I did a bunk as quickly as possible, leaving Grant to the terrible hiding his father was giving him. Gee, I'm sorry Grant that I got you into this situation." Grant said nothing for a few moments. "I admit I've been feeling terrible, but since I've been working through the situation with Philip, I'm now feeling a lot better. I'm getting things into perspective and appreciating where we're all at. The family now know I'm gay, and that can't be changed . We love each other and we've a right to express our sexuality as a part of that love. I think my mother understands and is accepting my gayness. I hope my father some day will feel the same. I can understand why he reacted that way. Regardless, I guess I still love him." "My family has known for many years that I'm gay," said Mike. "For them it is no big deal. They support me and make my gay friends welcome. They told me to tell you that they love you too and will help as much as possible." Grant's eyes filled with tears as Mike placed his hand over his. "While you're away from home, your Mum and Dad will, no doubt, be working it out," said Philip. "They do love you and I'm sure your mother will be trying to persuade your father to be more understanding and accepting. It'll take time. All parents expect their children to marry and to give them grandchildren. It's a big disappointment to realise that will never happen for them. My parents felt like that when they realised I loved men not women." "I've brothers and sisters who are straight, so my parents won't be disappointed," said Mike, "but Grant is an only child." They spent most of the afternoon talking about being gay, coming out, and family and friends' reactions. Philip shared many of his own experiences. As he spoke Grant nestled against Mike, frequently stroking his arms which were wrapped around him. Philip noticed that Grant's smoothing of the hairs on Mikes arms was exciting them both for he could see the outline of erect penises. ''I can see that Mike wants to comfort you even more," he said to Grant. "Your rods are rigid, demanding satisfaction. Why don't you use our bed?" Grant looked embarrassed but Mike's face lit up with anticipation. He got up pulling Grant after him. "I need some exercise so I'll go for a walk for an hour and leave you to it," said Philip. As he left he could hear the giggles and squeals of the boys as they began to enjoy their sex foreplay. Philip returned to the house just as Roger drove into the garage. Philip gave him a progress report so they were not surprised to see no sign of Grant or Mike when they walked into the lounge. Roger signalled that they peep into the bedroom. Philip was deeply moved when he saw the naked boys lying in each other's arms, eyes closed, with tousled hair and cum spattered over their chests, stomachs and legs. Philip and Roger were about to quietly creep out when Grant opened his eyes, saw them and smiled: "He's beautiful and I love him so much." "We can see that," said Roger. "If you can interrupt your passion, an evening meal will be available very soon. Sex always makes me hungry. I need to replenish the energy even if you don't." Turning to Philip he said, " Oh God, I wish I was a lusty youth again. I would fuck you silly!" "You can always try tonight," Philip replied with a laugh. Mike sat up and Philip could see the mat of auburn hair covering his chest and stomach. The glow of youth made him look like Adonis. His thick pubic bush framed his long, thick uncut cock. "There is no need to dress after you shower. Grant knows that we like getting about naked. We'll have a nudist meal," said Philip. "I'll take a quick shower first," said Roger now naked. "Not alone you won't," said Philip as he quickly stripped. Grant and Mike were enjoying the uninhibited behaviour of these guys. They were turning them on for again their cocks were standing erect, magnificent weapons ready for action. "Would you like me to wash you like I did this morning?" asked Grant. "Rather," Philip replied. "And I'm sure Roger would be pleased to provide Mike with a similar service." "To wash the divine body of Adonis will fill me with joy everlasting." "Adonis accepts with anticipation," Mike gleefully replied. He clasped Roger around the waist and stroked his cock. Roger raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. When Philip and Grant entered the bathroom, they found the shower had become a game of tickle, tap and slap, accompanied by protests, threats giggles and grunts. "Hell, he's giving me a golden shower," shouted Roger. "My tanks also full so feel the pressure of my hose." Mike yelled as Roger's yellow stream hit his genitals. Philip and Grant doubled up with laughter at their antics. "Roger loves showers of whatever kind so he is in his element with Mike. I prefer fountains of cum," explained Philip. "I hope you'll drink often at mine then," said Grant. "You're terrific guys. I love it when anything goes. Such freedom and acceptance of whatever turns you on is like a breath of fresh air." Grant hugged Philip before he dropped to his knees and took his cock in his mouth. Philip drew him up to embrace him and kissed him, his tongue searching for Grant's. Grant energetically returned the kiss; his hand felt for Philip's cock. He began masturbating him. Roger and Mike made no effort to let the others use the shower. They tried to entered but, and after a struggle, were pushed out. "Go and get the tea", said Philip as he and Grant soaped each other's bodies. Grant's fingers found every orifice and crevasse and soon Philip felt a finger entering his arse and massaging it. Philip lovingly soaped each limb, torso, face and head, finally lathering Grant's balls and cock. Gently he fondled, rolled, pulled and massaged them and they responded with his cock standing proud and firm. After a good rinse, Philip dropped to his knees and swallowed Grant's cock, pressing his lips firmly along its length, before inserting his tongue between the foreskin and head. He pushed the foreskin back and, assisted by his hand, he sucked and pumped his cock. Grant's hands moved from his shoulders to his head, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth. Grant began to synchronise with his pumping, forcing his cock in and out faster and faster. Suddenly Grant stopped, his body stiffened and he jerked his pelvis as jet after jet of cum filled Philip's mouth. It flowed ceaselessly so that Philip had trouble swallowing. It did not stop! Grant continued ejaculating as he stood and roughly pulled Grant against his body, and kissed him passionately. He forced some of his cum into his mouth along with his tongue. Each tongue desperately found the other. Philip hugged Grant tighter as he felt his orgasm rise. He exploded, shooting his cum over Grant's belly, cock and balls. Grant broke away, fell to his knees and took his ejaculating cock into his mouth and greedily drank the cum. As the spurts subsided, he stood and kissed Philip, forcing tongue and cum into his mouth. For some time they held each other tightly. "That was wonderful," said Grant. "Adonis has tasted the nectar of the gods." "And I've drank from the fountain of youth! Now I'll never grow old." Their laughter expressed the joy and delight that they found in each other. The evening meal was a jolly affair as four naked guys boasted about their sexual prowess and each other's proclivities. The evening followed in similar fashion, until Mike noticed the time and said he ought to go home. "Would you like to stay the night. Grant has a double bed and I'm sure he needs you still," said Philip. "Could he?" asked Grant enthusiastically. "I'll check with home," said Mike as he lifted the phone. His inquiry was approved much to Grant and Mike's delight. Grant took his arm and, with a cheery good night, made for his bedroom. Philip smiled as he said to Roger, "Those two are impatient for each other's arms. I bet they won't sleep much tonight. Shall we retire too?" Roger rose and they sought each other's arms. They awoke late on Sunday morning. All was quiet with not a sound from the guest room. Philip turned to Roger, snuggled into him making contented noises, prompting Roger to reply likewise in a language only lovers understand. Their hands searched each other's body for those special places where they knew the greatest pleasure lurked. Their's was an intimacy complete and absolute which only they could achieve. They were as one, living only for each other. "Do you want my rod up your beautiful arse?" whispered Roger. "My body yearns to implant you." "And mine to welcome it. Make it slow, powerful and meaningful. Fill my gut with your juice." Philip rolled onto his stomach and Roger lay on top of him. He took the tube of lubricant from the bedside table, smothered his cock and gave it several pumps. Then he inserted two lubricated fingers into Philip's arse and massaged. Removing his fingers, he first put on a condom, lubricated it, then positioned his cock at the entrance and very slowly eased it in, firmly pushing. Philip raised his buttocks encouraging a smooth passage. Once the eight inches had disappeared, Roger rested on Philip's back, caressing his body, his tongue seeking each of his ears. He breathed deeply as he pressed his face into Philip's hair. "That feels mighty," moaned Philip. "Your cock fits perfectly." "Squeeze my cock. Pump it with your arse muscles." Philip tightened his sphincter muscles, relaxed, then tightened them again, repeating the pumping action several times. "That feels great. Keep gripping me, you're sending me over the top." Roger pressed down on Philip, slowly, partly withdrew, then slowly pushed in again until his pubic hair pressed against Philip's buttocks. With long slow strokes, repeated many time, he developed a rhythm which Philip matched, lifting his bum to meet the downward thrust. The pace quickened and Roger's cock became a ramrod, punching every inch deep inside. Philip raised his head, and with closed eyes moaned contentedly as he felt each stroke fill his gut. His own cock was on fire. Roger was now slamming into him, belting Philip's buttocks with each push. Roger leant backwards, as he leant on his arms, driving his rod with all his might, his balls slamming into Philip's. A long deep moan signalled his climax and Philip felt his gut filling with cum. Roger continued to pump him as in a frenzy. Suddenly he withdrew, seized his cock, removed the ondom and masturbated furiously, sending his cum shooting all over Philip's back, thighs and legs. When the ejaculations subsided he fell on top of Philip. "That was out of this world. What a magnificent fuck. Being up your arse is heaven." Roger's tongue found every drop of cum as he cleaned Roger's back. He then rolled him over and kissed him passionately. "I love your cock up my arse any time. I never get enough of it. It feels like a perfect fit and must have been made for me." "It is. You are snug and warm and it is tightly grasped by a welcoming sphincter every time. You make love to me with your arse. No wonder I flood you with a heavy load. Now I want to taste your cream." Roger turned and buried his face in Philip's crotch. His hands teased his cock, tapping it, stretching it, moving the foreskin off and on the head. He held it firmly as he wiped the head across his knuckles, increasing the speed, slapped it alternatively with each hand until his cock demanded complete seizure and full satisfaction. Philip squirmed as Roger swallowed it, sucking vigorously. Philip's threshing legs pounded the bed. He grabbed Roger's head and with all his strength, forced it hard onto his cock as he pushed it further into his mouth. With a shout, he shot jet after jet of thick creamy cum He was so energetic that Roger's mouth lost its hold and globules of cum shot all over his face and chest. With the last spurt, Philip pulled Roger to him, licked his cum from his face and passionately kissed him. They collapsed exhausted, very sticky, breathing hard. With the bed in complete disarray, they continued caressing and kissing each other. Philip heard a sound, and looked up to see Mike and Grant smiling broadly. They had been watching the whole performance. "You are nearly as good as we are," said Mike. "Age seems to be slowing you down." "Really," said Roger. "I bet we could fuck you silly." "Want to try?" Mike replied. "Not right now. Maybe later," Roger said. "Is that a promise?" "Could be, if you want my magnificent weapon invading your pretty little arse." Mike looked at Grant. "Maybe I'll keep it for Grant. He's special." He took Grant's cock and squeezed it. "I'm sure he is," said Philip. Grant's mother phoned while they were having breakfast to thank Philip for his hospitality to Grant and expressed anxiety about how he was coping. Philip told her they'd a long talk and Grant was feeling a lot better. He told her that Grant was welcome to stay with him as long as he wished, suggesting that his absence might help his father become more accepting. His mother agreed, telling him that they were working through his father's attitude and believed that by the time Grant returned home, his father might be more accommodating. Philip handed the phone to Grant who talked to his mother for some time. "Mum's very grateful for all you've done for me. She told me that you suggested I stay with you until things are better at home. Is that alright with Roger? I don't want to be the cuckoo in the nest." Roger answered: "Sure it is. I know Philip can help you. I went through a similar experience with my Dad and wanted someone like Philip then. You need more time to work out how to restore your relationship with your Dad and to live a life of a gay. I like to think that we can help. I know we love you too, so do stay until you feel ready to return home." Grant was clearly grateful and thankful, and said so. Philip turned to Mike. "Now that Grant is with us, feel free to come here any time. We can see that you're very much in love and Roger and I know how special that is. It'll be much easier for you while Grant is here. Also I know you can help Grant to handle this difficult situation." Mike rose from his chair and walked over to kiss Philip then Roger. "I appreciate that. I believe I've also found some very special friends through Grant. I love being with you." Grant followed doing the same and giving Philip a strong hug. "I'd like to stay. I feel safe here and can be more open. You really care. And thank you for including Mike. He's a great help too." Philip was putting the clean laundry away when Rupert rang inviting them over for the afternoon. As it was such a hot sunny day, he thought they might appreciate a swim in his pool. Philip told him that he had Mike and Grant with them and Rupert insisted that they come as well. He checked with the others, who were quite enthusiastic, and accepted the invitation. "No doubt you will have to perform," said Philip to Roger. "Rupert's greatest love is music and he is bound to ask you to sing. I guess there will be others there. He loves entertaining." "So we'll meet many of your friends. That will be great. It'll also introduce us to the gay community, for we don't know many gays," said Mike. Philip told Grant and Mike about many of Rupert's gay friends, who they might meet, and of his generous hospitality. He promised them an interesting afternoon. They arrived early to a warm welcome from Rupert. There were hugs and kisses, including the boys who were amused by his unabashed familiarity. They noticed that Philip and Roger did not flinch when he squeezed their crotch, and accepted the same with amusement. Rupert was portly, dressed in a brightly coloured floral shirt and baggy shorts. He was constantly turning to appreciate the clearly outlined genitals of his guests, who were appropriately dressed. for the occasion. Rupert led the way through the lounge and its French doors that opened on to a sweeping lawn. In the far corner, several naked guys stood or lay on the lawn about a large swimming pool. Several saw them and came forward to welcome them. Philip noticed Grant and Mike's excitement and anticipation as they inspected beautiful, well endowed guys. They were introduced and were soon the center of attention, with some clearly wanting to get better acquainted. "Come on, get your clothes off," said a tall thin guy who was hung like a horse. "The water's really inviting. There's also plenty of fish in there, lots of snapper and grouper." Undressed, the four stood by the pool to a chorus of appreciative whistles and increasing interest. Grant and Mike dived in to join four guys swimming lengths. Roger and Philip followed them. Roger dived deep, turned, and saw a pair of legs above him. He glided up behind the guy, pushed his hand between his legs and grabbed his cock. The guy yelped, flung his arms backwards around Roger's neck and pulled him across his back. They both submerged. Roger turned and wrapped his arms around the guy as they surfaced. With cries of delight they recognised each other and grabbed each other's cocks. "That's no way to greet an old friend," said Willy. "I recognised the legs and the very familiar cock-a-doodle-do of unforgettable occasions." "How's my old true love, the gorgeous Philip?" "He's here and will stir your old longings no doubt. But remember we are inseparable, so don't bother trying to win him for yourself." Willy sighed. "I still get a hard on when I think of him." "I can tell, your rod is solid now." "Come on, what do you expect with your hand's encouragement?" Mike and Grant appeared at the side of Roger. "Come on Roger, introduce us to this hunk," said Mike. He introduced them, telling Willy that they were staying with he and Philip. "Don't expect to be able to seduce either of them," he added, "they are already committed." "Not me. Friends of Philip's are friends of mine," he said as he hugged each of them, his hand finding their cocks to confirm his friendship. Between dips in the pool, everyone sun-bathed, chatted and mingled, so that the boys soon met them all. Grant kept looking at a good looking guy who was vaguely familiar. He was attracted by his luxurious growth of black chest hair. When Philip introduced him to Brent he soon found that Brent was also interested in him. They discovered, as they talked, many similar interests and the mutual attraction quickly developed. "I'm sure I've seen you before somewhere," said Brent. "I know, it was at the factory where I work. You were gardening during the school holidays." Grant felt a little anxious. He did not want his problem with his father to become even more public. "That's right, my father is production manager and I get a temporary job there during the holidays. Don't tell him that I've been here," he said anxiously," he hates everyone who is gay and it would make things even worse than they are now if he should learn that I've been here." "So how's it you are with Philip and Roger? " "Dad doesn't know he is gay," Brent chuckled "Will you promise not to tell?" "Never fear, dear boy, your depravity and your dirty weekend is safe with me," Brent assured him. Grant's nervous laugh also conveyed some relief. He liked this guy and hoped that he could depend on him to keep his secret, and be discreet. Rupert appeared with a tray of iced drinks. "There are seats in the shade of those trees. Don't let your beautiful bodies get burnt," he said. "Shall we?" said Brent, much to Grant's delight, for he wanted more of this guy's company. As they sat, Grant's eyes feasted on Brent's muscular hairiness and the relaxed uncut eight inch cock resting on heavy balls framed by a thick, black bush. He noticed that Brent was also admiring his attributes. Grant relaxed, encouraged by Brent's easy and friendly manner. Soon he was giving him a fuller explanation of his situation at home. Brent listened, sharing similar experiences. So intent were they that they failed to realise how much time had passed. When Mike appeared looking very disgruntled, Grant realised that it must seem as if he had deserted him. Grant introduced Mike to Brent who greeted him warmly. He had noticed Mike's annoyance and guessed that he might be jealous. "Sorry for claiming so much time with Grant. We both work at the factory and discovered we had much to talk about," he said, hoping the explanation would dispel any thoughts of competition. Mike looked less irritated as he accepted the explanation. Brent admired his fine young friend. They were a delightful couple. The three were soon sharing in the discussion. "I've been enjoying your company so much, would you both have an evening meal with me?" asked Brent. Mike quickly accepted the invitation, much to Grant's surprise. Grant said he first wanted to clear it with Philip and left to find him. "Grant loves you very much," said Brent. Mike blushed. "I know, and I, him. It's our love that has caused this mess." "Don't let anyone destroy it," Brent replied as he laid his hand on Mike's bare shoulder. Mike did not pull away, but smiled as he said, "He loves your hairy body." "And what about you?" "I guess I do too. We're special for each other but, as Philip and Roger will tell you, that does not mean we don't enjoy a frolic with others." Brent laughed. "I know what you mean. I've enjoyed some wonderful threesomes with them also." Grant appeared. "It's okay with Philip so long as you bring us home at a reasonable hour," he said. "I will." Brent placed an arm around each waist. "Shall we have another swim before we leave". Brent returned Grant soon after ten, dropping Mike off at his home on the way. He did not stay long. Grant said that they had enjoyed the evening, and his very broad grin indicated that indeed it had been very enjoyable. To be continued. The author invites comments and discussion. E-mail address nivision@manawatu.gen.nz [ Part 3: "Attached Text" ] Don't read this if male/male relationships and sex is offensive to you. Don't read this if it is illegal in your State /Country of residence or for any other reason. If you are under 18 stop and go away. Testing Times (Sequel to Temporary Guest.) Part 1 Today was special. Philip slowly awoke, conscious only of a cosy bed and the warmth of Roger's naked body pressed against his. His love for this guy filled every moment of his life since they met a year ago today. He leant over Roger and embraced him, giving him a long gentle kiss. "Happy anniversary, darling." Philip kissed his chest before resting his head upon it. Roger's fingers slowly combed his hair. "Three hundred and sixty five days of happiness, every day knowing that you love me. I love you so much, so very much. My life is the happiest it's ever been." Roger hugged him tightly. They lay there for some time, not wanting those blissful moments to end. Philip noticed the time, startled to see that they would be late for work if they did not hurry. "Shall we dine out tonight? It's a special day, so let's celebrate", said Philip as they drove to the factory. Roger agreed, suggesting a new restaurant called Bon Appetite, that he had heard featured good music. Philip felt inclined to kiss Roger before they separated but felt that discretion was essential once they arrived at Computer Engineering Ltd, where they both worked. Roger headed for the buildings signed Center for Technical Assistance and Research. Philip entered the administration building and opened the door labelled Personnel Manager. Joan, his Secretary, bid him good morning before telling him that the general manager had called. Could he be at a meeting in his office at 10? She told him that with the production manager and production supervisor, they were to decide who would be appointed to fill a vacancy for senior foreman in the electrical shop. She handed him the list of candidates' names and asked him to take their personal records with him to the meeting. The first thing Philip did was to phone Bon Appetite and book a table for two for dinner. He next found the files of the candidates and spent an hour making notes about their skills, experience, and performance reports. It was clear that one, Toby Oliver, in the microchip section was outstanding. Each file contained a recent photograph and as he looked at Toby, he remembered that he had once seen him at the Albion, the gay bar in town. At five minutes before ten, he entered the general manager's office and his secretary told him to go through. Gerald Thompson, the General Manager, indicated a vacant seat. The Production Manager, George Mason, and the Senior Supervisor, Tom Benson, were already seated discussing a production concern. George seemed to be agitated and impatient. Gerald handed Philip a cup of coffee. "Now that Philip has brought the applicant's records, shall we consider the vacancy for Senior Foreman," said Gerald. Philip took his notes from his briefcase and handed a copy to each of the men. "For each of the candidates I've listed the essential areas of consideration. Here is also a copy of the job description and specifications." He handed a copy to each of them. "If you want more information, I can get it from the files." No one spoke for several minutes as they carefully examined the notes, frequently checking with the job description. Gerald broke the silence. "Well what do you think? Which one of the applicants best meets the requirements of the job. You have met each of them and no doubt have a preference. Who is it to be? Tom, he will be responsible to you, so who would you choose?" "They are all good, but my choice would be Toby Oliver. His section consistently meets targets, both quantity and quality. He is liked by the staff and is a no-nonsense guy, conscientious and reliable." "Philip, what do you think?" "I agree with Tom. He's been a first class foreman." "George, do you agree?" George was hesitant, first returning to the coffee pot to replenish his cup before replying. "I agree, his reports are good and he's been an effective foreman, but I have strong reservations." They waited for him to continue. "I don't think he is suitable for a more senior position, to be in charge of men." "Why not? He is in charge of men now," said Tom. "Well we don't want one of them in charge, do we?" he replied. "One of them?" repeated Gerald seeking an explanation. "He's a poofter, everyone knows it. He will be in charge of the young apprentices. and he might molest them." "He's no paedophile," Tom replied, clearly annoyed. "Do you mean that because he is gay, that should disqualify him for this job?" Philip queried. "That's reason enough," George replied. "That's a reason that's not acceptable in this company," said Philip. "Well it should be. There are too many gays employed by this Company." George, clearly angry, vehemently declared. Philip looked at Gerald as he replied. "But that would be an infringement of the Human Rights Act and the company could be liable if it was to have such a policy." "I don't care a damn what their sexual preference might be," interrupted Gerald, "so long as they are good workers and they don't upset others. They're welcome here. I would like you to spend more time assessing the candidates, to be sure that Toby Oliver should be appointed We'll leave the decision until Monday so that George can give it further consideration over the weekend. We will meet again at 9 on Monday in my office for the final decision." George was looking very unhappy as they left. Philip said to him, "If you'd like to talk to me about this problem, I'm available". There was no indication from George that the invitation was welcome. Philip returned to his office worried by George's homophobic attitude. He never realised that he felt that way. The company had a reputation of inclusiveness and it was well known that it employed many gays and other minorities. Why had George suddenly declared his strong animosity towards gays? Philip was out and he believed that most in the company knew that he was gay. Deep in thought, he walked over to the window, concerned about the disclosure at the meeting. He noticed a young man weeding the flower beds at the entrance of the office block, and recognised Grant Mason, George's son, a high school student who was employed during the school holidays. He noticed that his face was swollen and there was a large Band-Aid on his forehead. He looked quite ill. Philip immediately left his office to talk to him. He did not know Grant well, having before spoken to him only briefly. He could see that Grant had been crying, was tense and not at all willing to tell Philip how he had come by the injury. Grant, too distressed to provide an explanation or to disclose anything about himself, did not want to talk at all. As he was leaving Philip said to him, "Grant, if I can be of help at any time do get in touch with me, either here or at my home. I mean it. It's often easier to share problems with someone who's not family. I promise it'll be strictly between us." Grant said nothing. He simply nodded to show his appreciation. The remainder of the day was busy but thoughts of Grant kept intruding. Philip kept wondering how he got those injuries. ***** At the Bon Appetite restaurant Philip and Roger were shown to a table for two. The restaurant, small and intimate with an elegant but conservative decor, was warm and welcoming with handsome young waiters anxious to please. The menu offered a good selection of moderately priced dishes, several of which appealed. No sooner had they given their orders to a very desirable waiter, when he returned with a broad grin. "Who's the beloved?" he asked as he produced a red rose. Philip indicated Roger, who blushed before his face lit up with surprise and delight. "May your evening be filled with every happiness and end with a divine consummation. If you need any help, I would be happy to contribute". He gave a knowing wink and chuckled as he left. "Cheeky bastard," said Philip as the waiter disappeared. "Oh, I don't know. Didn't you notice he was well endowed." "I've noticed it's the first thing you check out." "Few can compare with yours, darling, and it's all mine " Roger laughed gleefully. The main course, a rich beef dish, was excellent. They were waiting for dessert when a young Maori man carrying a guitar appeared. He was dressed in a form-fitting red satin shirt with puff sleeves and tight black trousers. Roger's intake of breath caused Philip to look up to see his look of surprise. "I know that guy. It's Tai Tainui. He's learning classical guitar at the conservatorium. He's often there when I attend singing lessons. He is good, very good." The soft background music faded as Tai began to play. He opened with a bracket of familiar Spanish pieces, very much appreciated by the diners. Tai rose to acknowledge the applause and on recognising Roger, smiled broadly. He then played compositions by Ravel, Villa-Lobos and Granados. These were excellent, showing his talent as a first-class instrumentalist. These were also enthusiastically appreciated. He ended with three flamboyant Flamenco dances. His fingering was that of a virtuoso, and the diners applause was accompanied with cries of appreciation. Tai returned without his guitar and drew up a chair at Roger and Philip's table. Philip asked the waiter for another glass and another bottle of Chardonnay. "That was wonderful Tai," said Roger. "This is Philip, my partner. You've made our celebration even more special." "I'm sure glad I was able to contribute. You guys must be very much in love if that red rose means anything." "We are," said Philip. "Roger told me that you're brilliant - a gifted musician." "He's also gifted elsewhere," added Roger. "Not as much as Roger," said Tai with a grin, "and I don't mean his voice." "Have you two been making comparisons?" asked Philip. "Prove it some time. Call on us soon so that we might get acquainted." Tai told them that he had to prepare for another performance and left. "Shall we go, too?" suggested Roger. "I would much rather continue this celebration in bed." Philip agreed. As they were leaving Tai gave them a wave. Philip hoped that his nice guy would accept his invitation. They were discussing the meal as they approached the front door, when Philip noticed someone sitting on the steps. The figure stood as they approached. The street light was too dim to allow identification until they opened the door and turned on the hall light. Philip was surprised to see that it was Grant Mason. "I know that it's awfully late to call, but I don't know where else to go or what to do. You did say to call you any time." He began to cry. "It's okay Grant," said Philip. "I did mean any time, so come in and tell me what's wrong." Once inside they could see that Grant looked terrible and appeared very upset. Philip sat him in lounge while Roger went into the kitchen to brew coffee. As soon as he was seated Grant was convulsed with sobs. Philip waited until he was more composed before suggesting that he tell him what had happened. It was a heart rending account frequently interspersed with more tears. "It's Dad. He discovered my friend Mike and I naked, kissing each other and he went berserk. He lashed out at me with his fists, screaming as he hit me again and again, calling me a poofter and saying that he would disown a son who was queer. I'd better not get involved with guys who had sex together. I got mad and shouted at him. In the argument that followed, I admitted I was gay. That made him even worse. He began to hit me again. You saw the injuries this morning. When I got home tonight he started at me again. Mum tried to protect me, but he continued to make outrageous accusations, saying I was a pervert and had no place in his home. We were screaming at each other at the end. When he told me to get out, I did just that. I'm sorry to be here, but I don't know what to do or where to go." Grant again began to cry. Roger handed him a cup of coffee. He and Philip were silent, waiting for Grant to continue once he had regained his composure. He repeated much that he had told them, his state of despair mixed with anger very evident. Philip handed him a box of tissues and sat beside him. "You can stay with us until things have blown over," said Roger. Philip repeated the invitation adding that he should tell his mother where he was. He handed him the phone. Grant, relieved when his mother answered the phone, told her that he was alright. He was with Philip who had invited him to stay. He would return home when his father had accepted his gayness and assured her that Philip was giving him a lot of support. As he returned the phone he said to Philip, "Mum asked me to thank you for taking me in. She is relieved that I'm with you." "After a night's sleep, you'll feel better. We can talk about things in the morning, when, in the light of day, problems look somewhat different. Together we can work things out," Philip replied. He took Grant to the guest bedroom and showed him where to find the bathroom. When a naked Roger passed them on his way to the bathroom, Philip noticed Grant's eyes following him. "We spend a lot of time naked," said Philip. "You'll have to get used to it. Sleep well and make yourself at home." It was very late. With Roger and Philip feeling the strain of sharing Grant's problems, they were too tired for the promised sex and were soon asleep. The next morning, with Roger still asleep beside him, Philip lay thinking about Grant's situation. He could hear movement in the lounge and the rustle of turning pages. He guessed that Grant had found the gay magazines on the coffee table. Roger stirred, opened his eyes, and stretched as he yawned. "What a night. Wonderful sleep and I dreamed of Tai and his honey-brown body, and of stroking those tight little buns and his long thin cock. I've now returned to reality and will have to be satisfied with my woolly bear. Come here Bruin and cuddle me." Roger grabbed Philip and began tickling his arm pits and nibbling his tits. Philip yelped and tried to do the same to Roger. Their giggles and laughter interspersed with mock protests and threats, grew louder. A voice at the bedroom door asked, "Can I come in?" "Sure," Roger replied. Grant's naked, well proportioned, firmly muscled body with a long, dangling uncut cock framed by bushy-black hair, slid into the room. The copy of 'Inches' he carried mirrored his own equipment. Roger whistled when he saw this beautiful youth "These guys have magnificent cocks. Are they real?" asked Grant. "I've seen some as good, but not many," Philip replied. "It's not size that counts but what you do with it that really matters." "Are you cold?" asked Roger. Not waiting for an answer he continued, "You can get into bed with us if you like." Philip wondered how Grant would respond. It did not take long, for he quickly climbed over Philip and slid under the covers between them. Although a tight fit, no one minded. Neither Philip nor Roger made much effort to give him more space. They lay still enjoying the feel of naked flesh, touching. Philip was conscious of Grant's hand on his leg. After a brief time, it slowly felt along his thigh exciting him. His cock began to swell and soon became rigid, poking the sheet. He felt Grant's hand enclose it. This grip tightened. Philip looked over at Roger who winked. He was experiencing the same attention from Grant. "Is Lothario wanting action?" asked Roger "Could be," said Philip, "he's already claimed my joy stick." "Mine too! He is a randy young buck. No doubt, with a raging hard on needing unloading, if he's like I was at his age." Grant grinned. "Do you want to find out. With two sexy guys to service me, my delivery will be super-abundant." Philip turned towards him and began to nibble his tits and stroke his body. Roger disappeared under the blankets and Grant gasped as he swallowed his cock. Philip slowly stroked his smooth velvet chest and stomach, completely free of hair, and became entranced by the smoothness and softness. Without blemishes, Grant lay in the bloom of youth. He was divine. Philip, enthralled by this beautiful youth, longed to be like him again. He thought Grant would need all his help, for many men will find him attractive. Being gay and innocent could create many traumatic situations. He wondered whether Grant had fully accepted his gayness. Need he worry? Grant was certainly enjoying the action provided by him and Roger. Philip felt Grant's body stiffen, a warning of an approaching orgasm, His hips began to thrust upwards as Roger increased the speed of his pumping mouth. Grant suddenly shouted as his body heaved, his legs distended and his arms seized Philip as he thrashed about the bed. Roger held on to his cock as cum flooded his mouth. Spurt followed spurt in such volumes Roger found it impossible for him to swallow it all. Grant grasped Roger's hair pulling him off his cock while he wrapped his legs about his neck. Both men felt they were in the grip of a demon as Grant threw his body about. He continued to ejaculate, his cum splattering all three. Slowly his energy subsided. Exhausted, the three collapsed. "Hell, that was quite a workout. A bucking bronco needing two to ride," said Roger. "Look, he 's sweating like a stallion on heat, shall we hose him down?" Philip grinned. "Have you enough in your tank?" "With your help I reckon we could have a sufficient supply for this magnificent beast. Man, look at that cock! And those balls! Wouldn't you love it up your arse, banging against your but?" Roger replied, grinning as he knelt at the side of Grant. Grant was also grinning, wondering what to expect. Philip knelt on the opposite side. Both men began to pump their cocks, watched by Grant. They quickened the pace until their thrashing hands flew the length of their rods. Roger roared as he ejaculated hitting Grant's face with his spurts making pools of cum on his chest and stomach. Philip climaxed while Roger, still ejaculating, flooded Grant's stomach and genitals. As soon as the flow ended, both massaged their cum into his body. Grant was again rigid. This time Philip who swallowed Grant's load, while Roger continued to massage his body. Grant again stiffened and began to buck. Roger fell on top of him trying to control his gyrations. Roger grabbed his balls and squeezed them while with his other hand, he lifted his legs and buttocks off the bed. Grant went wild shouting obscenities until the last drop of cum had been ejaculated. Again they lay back. "You guys are terrific. That is the best sex I've ever had. If I'm your stallion, I want you to be my trainers. It's wonderful to be gay and to find guys who make sex such a wonderful experience. That was really way out. Thank you." Grant turned to Philip, lay on top of him and passionately kissed him. Philip reciprocated pushing his tongue deep into his mouth. "What about me?" asked Roger. "I sucked your cock too. Your cum tastes like cream. I want to milk you every morning." Grant looked up, held up an arm and Roger crept under it, to be drawn into the embrace. The three exchanged passionate kisses as cum spread between their chests and stomachs Roger rolled away. So much sex was addictive and he was no druggy. "Don't you believe it," whispered Philip to Grant. "He's always wanting to fuck and suck me. He can't get enough. He's available any time, so when you feel the need..." He left the sentence unfinished as he got up to follow Roger to the bathroom. Grant quickly followed Regardless of the tight squeeze, Philip and Roger encouraged Grant to join them as they showered. They cleansed every orifice and projection each could find, frequently tickling and pulling each other's cock. Roger left immediately after breakfast for his singing classes at the conservatorium. Grant helped Philip with the household chores and the laundry. He'd been on a high after so much sex, but as the time passed Philip could see that he was thinking about his reasons for being there. "Do you want to talk about it?" At first Grant was reticent, but soon he was spilling his thoughts and feelings about his being gay and the situation at home. Philip listened without interrupting, asking only an occasional question. He felt sure that this would help Grant to appreciate more about himself and to find his own solutions to his situation. He experienced a catharsis as he relived the experience of the previous day and how he felt. At times Grant was crying in despair, but gradually his spirits rose as he gained self acceptance and reassurance. Philip could see how vulnerable were Grant's adolescent emotions, swinging from high to low and back again. The whole morning drifted away listening to Grant. Only when Philip heard Roger returning in the car, did he noticed how late it was. They were mid way through lunch when the phone rang. "Yes Grant is here. Would you like to speak to him?" Roger handed the phone to Grant. "It's Mike. He'd like to speak to you." They could see Grant becoming upset as he spoke. He turned to Philip. "Can Mike come over? He's pretty upset over Dad finding us together and then giving me a hard time." "Sure," Philip replied. "Tell him to come as soon as he likes." Grant returned to the table looking very glum. "He's really upset. He thinks it's his fault that I've had to leave home." "Would you like us to leave you both alone for the afternoon?" asked Philip. "I've a practice with the gay choir, so we will be out anyway," explained Roger. "I believe Mike would also like your help," said Grant to Philip. "We're in love and as you're also in a relationship, your experience could help us both." "Don't give away too many secrets," laughed Roger. "I won't tell them what you get up to in bed," Philip replied. "Not more than eight inches anyway." Grant Laughed. "Mike's got nine inches so it won't surprise me." Roger departed. Philip and Grant had nearly finished washing the dishes when Mike arrived. Grant met him at the door, hugged him and kissed him passionately. He brought him into the lounge and introduced Philip. Mike was more heavily built than Grant with wavy, auburn hair which also glistened on his bare arms and legs. Tufts of light-coloured auburn hair peeped through his partly open shirt indicating this handsome stud with a warm personality he had lots of chest hair. "My God, it was terrible when Grant's father found us making love, completely naked. I did a bunk as quickly as possible, leaving Grant to the terrible hiding his father was giving him. Gee, I'm sorry Grant that I got you into this situation." Grant said nothing for a few moments. "I admit I've been feeling terrible, but since I've been working through the situation with Philip, I'm now feeling a lot better. I'm getting things into perspective and appreciating where we're all at. The family now know I'm gay, and that can't be changed . We love each other and we've a right to express our sexuality as a part of that love. I think my mother understands and is accepting my gayness. I hope my father some day will feel the same. I can understand why he reacted that way. Regardless, I guess I still love him." "My family has known for many years that I'm gay," said Mike. "For them it is no big deal. They support me and make my gay friends welcome. They told me to tell you that they love you too and will help as much as possible." Grant's eyes filled with tears as Mike placed his hand over his. "While you're away from home, your Mum and Dad will, no doubt, be working it out," said Philip. "They do love you and I'm sure your mother will be trying to persuade your father to be more understanding and accepting. It'll take time. All parents expect their children to marry and to give them grandchildren. It's a big disappointment to realise that will never happen for them. My parents felt like that when they realised I loved men not women." "I've brothers and sisters who are straight, so my parents won't be disappointed," said Mike, "but Grant is an only child." They spent most of the afternoon talking about being gay, coming out, and family and friends' reactions. Philip shared many of his own experiences. As he spoke Grant nestled against Mike, frequently stroking his arms which were wrapped around him. Philip noticed that Grant's smoothing of the hairs on Mikes arms was exciting them both for he could see the outline of erect penises. ''I can see that Mike wants to comfort you even more," he said to Grant. "Your rods are rigid, demanding satisfaction. Why don't you use our bed?" Grant looked embarrassed but Mike's face lit up with anticipation. He got up pulling Grant after him. "I need some exercise so I'll go for a walk for an hour and leave you to it," said Philip. As he left he could hear the giggles and squeals of the boys as they began to enjoy their sex foreplay. Philip returned to the house just as Roger drove into the garage. Philip gave him a progress report so they were not surprised to see no sign of Grant or Mike when they walked into the lounge. Roger signalled that they peep into the bedroom. Philip was deeply moved when he saw the naked boys lying in each other's arms, eyes closed, with tousled hair and cum spattered over their chests, stomachs and legs. Philip and Roger were about to quietly creep out when Grant opened his eyes, saw them and smiled: "He's beautiful and I love him so much." "We can see that," said Roger. "If you can interrupt your passion, an evening meal will be available very soon. Sex always makes me hungry. I need to replenish the energy even if you don't." Turning to Philip he said, " Oh God, I wish I was a lusty youth again. I would fuck you silly!" "You can always try tonight," Philip replied with a laugh. Mike sat up and Philip could see the mat of auburn hair covering his chest and stomach. The glow of youth made him look like Adonis. His thick pubic bush framed his long, thick uncut cock. "There is no need to dress after you shower. Grant knows that we like getting about naked. We'll have a nudist meal," said Philip. "I'll take a quick shower first," said Roger now naked. "Not alone you won't," said Philip as he quickly stripped. Grant and Mike were enjoying the uninhibited behaviour of these guys. They were turning them on for again their cocks were standing erect, magnificent weapons ready for action. "Would you like me to wash you like I did this morning?" asked Grant. "Rather," Philip replied. "And I'm sure Roger would be pleased to provide Mike with a similar service." "To wash the divine body of Adonis will fill me with joy everlasting." "Adonis accepts with anticipation," Mike gleefully replied. He clasped Roger around the waist and stroked his cock. Roger raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. When Philip and Grant entered the bathroom, they found the shower had become a game of tickle, tap and slap, accompanied by protests, threats giggles and grunts. "Hell, he's giving me a golden shower," shouted Roger. "My tanks also full so feel the pressure of my hose." Mike yelled as Roger's yellow stream hit his genitals. Philip and Grant doubled up with laughter at their antics. "Roger loves showers of whatever kind so he is in his element with Mike. I prefer fountains of cum," explained Philip. "I hope you'll drink often at mine then," said Grant. "You're terrific guys. I love it when anything goes. Such freedom and acceptance of whatever turns you on is like a breath of fresh air." Grant hugged Philip before he dropped to his knees and took his cock in his mouth. Philip drew him up to embrace him and kissed him, his tongue searching for Grant's. Grant energetically returned the kiss; his hand felt for Philip's cock. He began masturbating him. Roger and Mike made no effort to let the others use the shower. They tried to entered but, and after a struggle, were pushed out. "Go and get the tea", said Philip as he and Grant soaped each other's bodies. Grant's fingers found every orifice and crevasse and soon Philip felt a finger entering his arse and massaging it. Philip lovingly soaped each limb, torso, face and head, finally lathering Grant's balls and cock. Gently he fondled, rolled, pulled and massaged them and they responded with his cock standing proud and firm. After a good rinse, Philip dropped to his knees and swallowed Grant's cock, pressing his lips firmly along its length, before inserting his tongue between the foreskin and head. He pushed the foreskin back and, assisted by his hand, he sucked and pumped his cock. Grant's hands moved from his shoulders to his head, forcing his cock deeper into his mouth. Grant began to synchronise with his pumping, forcing his cock in and out faster and faster. Suddenly Grant stopped, his body stiffened and he jerked his pelvis as jet after jet of cum filled Philip's mouth. It flowed ceaselessly so that Philip had trouble swallowing. It did not stop! Grant continued ejaculating as he stood and roughly pulled Grant against his body, and kissed him passionately. He forced some of his cum into his mouth along with his tongue. Each tongue desperately found the other. Philip hugged Grant tighter as he felt his orgasm rise. He exploded, shooting his cum over Grant's belly, cock and balls. Grant broke away, fell to his knees and took his ejaculating cock into his mouth and greedily drank the cum. As the spurts subsided, he stood and kissed Philip, forcing tongue and cum into his mouth. For some time they held each other tightly. "That was wonderful," said Grant. "Adonis has tasted the nectar of the gods." "And I've drank from the fountain of youth! Now I'll never grow old." Their laughter expressed the joy and delight that they found in each other. The evening meal was a jolly affair as four naked guys boasted about their sexual prowess and each other's proclivities. The evening followed in similar fashion, until Mike noticed the time and said he ought to go home. "Would you like to stay the night. Grant has a double bed and I'm sure he needs you still," said Philip. "Could he?" asked Grant enthusiastically. "I'll check with home," said Mike as he lifted the phone. His inquiry was approved much to Grant and Mike's delight. Grant took his arm and, with a cheery good night, made for his bedroom. Philip smiled as he said to Roger, "Those two are impatient for each other's arms. I bet they won't sleep much tonight. Shall we retire too?" Roger rose and they sought each other's arms. They awoke late on Sunday morning. All was quiet with not a sound from the guest room. Philip turned to Roger, snuggled into him making contented noises, prompting Roger to reply likewise in a language only lovers understand. Their hands searched each other's body for those special places where they knew the greatest pleasure lurked. Their's was an intimacy complete and absolute which only they could achieve. They were as one, living only for each other. "Do you want my rod up your beautiful arse?" whispered Roger. "My body yearns to implant you." "And mine to welcome it. Make it slow, powerful and meaningful. Fill my gut with your juice." Philip rolled onto his stomach and Roger lay on top of him. He took the tube of lubricant from the bedside table, smothered his cock and gave it several pumps. Then he inserted two lubricated fingers into Philip's arse and massaged. Removing his fingers, he first put on a condom, lubricated it, then positioned his cock at the entrance and very slowly eased it in, firmly pushing. Philip raised his buttocks encouraging a smooth passage. Once the eight inches had disappeared, Roger rested on Philip's back, caressing his body, his tongue seeking each of his ears. He breathed deeply as he pressed his face into Philip's hair. "That feels mighty," moaned Philip. "Your cock fits perfectly." "Squeeze my cock. Pump it with your arse muscles." Philip tightened his sphincter muscles, relaxed, then tightened them again, repeating the pumping action several times. "That feels great. Keep gripping me, you're sending me over the top." Roger pressed down on Philip, slowly, partly withdrew, then slowly pushed in again until his pubic hair pressed against Philip's buttocks. With long slow strokes, repeated many time, he developed a rhythm which Philip matched, lifting his bum to meet the downward thrust. The pace quickened and Roger's cock became a ramrod, punching every inch deep inside. Philip raised his head, and with closed eyes moaned contentedly as he felt each stroke fill his gut. His own cock was on fire. Roger was now slamming into him, belting Philip's buttocks with each push. Roger leant backwards, as he leant on his arms, driving his rod with all his might, his balls slamming into Philip's. A long deep moan signalled his climax and Philip felt his gut filling with cum. Roger continued to pump him as in a frenzy. Suddenly he withdrew, seized his cock, removed the ondom and masturbated furiously, sending his cum shooting all over Philip's back, thighs and legs. When the ejaculations subsided he fell on top of Philip. "That was out of this world. What a magnificent fuck. Being up your arse is heaven." Roger's tongue found every drop of cum as he cleaned Roger's back. He then rolled him over and kissed him passionately. "I love your cock up my arse any time. I never get enough of it. It feels like a perfect fit and must have been made for me." "It is. You are snug and warm and it is tightly grasped by a welcoming sphincter every time. You make love to me with your arse. No wonder I flood you with a heavy load. Now I want to taste your cream." Roger turned and buried his face in Philip's crotch. His hands teased his cock, tapping it, stretching it, moving the foreskin off and on the head. He held it firmly as he wiped the head across his knuckles, increasing the speed, slapped it alternatively with each hand until his cock demanded complete seizure and full satisfaction. Philip squirmed as Roger swallowed it, sucking vigorously. Philip's threshing legs pounded the bed. He grabbed Roger's head and with all his strength, forced it hard onto his cock as he pushed it further into his mouth. With a shout, he shot jet after jet of thick creamy cum He was so energetic that Roger's mouth lost its hold and globules of cum shot all over his face and chest. With the last spurt, Philip pulled Roger to him, licked his cum from his face and passionately kissed him. They collapsed exhausted, very sticky, breathing hard. With the bed in complete disarray, they continued caressing and kissing each other. Philip heard a sound, and looked up to see Mike and Grant smiling broadly. They had been watching the whole performance. "You are nearly as good as we are," said Mike. "Age seems to be slowing you down." "Really," said Roger. "I bet we could fuck you silly." "Want to try?" Mike replied. "Not right now. Maybe later," Roger said. "Is that a promise?" "Could be, if you want my magnificent weapon invading your pretty little arse." Mike looked at Grant. "Maybe I'll keep it for Grant. He's special." He took Grant's cock and squeezed it. "I'm sure he is," said Philip. Grant's mother phoned while they were having breakfast to thank Philip for his hospitality to Grant and expressed anxiety about how he was coping. Philip told her they'd a long talk and Grant was feeling a lot better. He told her that Grant was welcome to stay with him as long as he wished, suggesting that his absence might help his father become more accepting. His mother agreed, telling him that they were working through his father's attitude and believed that by the time Grant returned home, his father might be more accommodating. Philip handed the phone to Grant who talked to his mother for some time. "Mum's very grateful for all you've done for me. She told me that you suggested I stay with you until things are better at home. Is that alright with Roger? I don't want to be the cuckoo in the nest." Roger answered: "Sure it is. I know Philip can help you. I went through a similar experience with my Dad and wanted someone like Philip then. You need more time to work out how to restore your relationship with your Dad and to live a life of a gay. I like to think that we can help. I know we love you too, so do stay until you feel ready to return home." Grant was clearly grateful and thankful, and said so. Philip turned to Mike. "Now that Grant is with us, feel free to come here any time. We can see that you're very much in love and Roger and I know how special that is. It'll be much easier for you while Grant is here. Also I know you can help Grant to handle this difficult situation." Mike rose from his chair and walked over to kiss Philip then Roger. "I appreciate that. I believe I've also found some very special friends through Grant. I love being with you." Grant followed doing the same and giving Philip a strong hug. "I'd like to stay. I feel safe here and can be more open. You really care. And thank you for including Mike. He's a great help too." Philip was putting the clean laundry away when Rupert rang inviting them over for the afternoon. As it was such a hot sunny day, he thought they might appreciate a swim in his pool. Philip told him that he had Mike and Grant with them and Rupert insisted that they come as well. He checked with the others, who were quite enthusiastic, and accepted the invitation. "No doubt you will have to perform," said Philip to Roger. "Rupert's greatest love is music and he is bound to ask you to sing. I guess there will be others there. He loves entertaining." "So we'll meet many of your friends. That will be great. It'll also introduce us to the gay community, for we don't know many gays," said Mike. Philip told Grant and Mike about many of Rupert's gay friends, who they might meet, and of his generous hospitality. He promised them an interesting afternoon. They arrived early to a warm welcome from Rupert. There were hugs and kisses, including the boys who were amused by his unabashed familiarity. They noticed that Philip and Roger did not flinch when he squeezed their crotch, and accepted the same with amusement. Rupert was portly, dressed in a brightly coloured floral shirt and baggy shorts. He was constantly turning to appreciate the clearly outlined genitals of his guests, who were appropriately dressed. for the occasion. Rupert led the way through the lounge and its French doors that opened on to a sweeping lawn. In the far corner, several naked guys stood or lay on the lawn about a large swimming pool. Several saw them and came forward to welcome them. Philip noticed Grant and Mike's excitement and anticipation as they inspected beautiful, well endowed guys. They were introduced and were soon the center of attention, with some clearly wanting to get better acquainted. "Come on, get your clothes off," said a tall thin guy who was hung like a horse. "The water's really inviting. There's also plenty of fish in there, lots of snapper and grouper." Undressed, the four stood by the pool to a chorus of appreciative whistles and increasing interest. Grant and Mike dived in to join four guys swimming lengths. Roger and Philip followed them. Roger dived deep, turned, and saw a pair of legs above him. He glided up behind the guy, pushed his hand between his legs and grabbed his cock. The guy yelped, flung his arms backwards around Roger's neck and pulled him across his back. They both submerged. Roger turned and wrapped his arms around the guy as they surfaced. With cries of delight they recognised each other and grabbed each other's cocks. "That's no way to greet an old friend," said Willy. "I recognised the legs and the very familiar cock-a-doodle-do of unforgettable occasions." "How's my old true love, the gorgeous Philip?" "He's here and will stir your old longings no doubt. But remember we are inseparable, so don't bother trying to win him for yourself." Willy sighed. "I still get a hard on when I think of him." "I can tell, your rod is solid now." "Come on, what do you expect with your hand's encouragement?" Mike and Grant appeared at the side of Roger. "Come on Roger, introduce us to this hunk," said Mike. He introduced them, telling Willy that they were staying with he and Philip. "Don't expect to be able to seduce either of them," he added, "they are already committed." "Not me. Friends of Philip's are friends of mine," he said as he hugged each of them, his hand finding their cocks to confirm his friendship. Between dips in the pool, everyone sun-bathed, chatted and mingled, so that the boys soon met them all. Grant kept looking at a good looking guy who was vaguely familiar. He was attracted by his luxurious growth of black chest hair. When Philip introduced him to Brent he soon found that Brent was also interested in him. They discovered, as they talked, many similar interests and the mutual attraction quickly developed. "I'm sure I've seen you before somewhere," said Brent. "I know, it was at the factory where I work. You were gardening during the school holidays." Grant felt a little anxious. He did not want his problem with his father to become even more public. "That's right, my father is production manager and I get a temporary job there during the holidays. Don't tell him that I've been here," he said anxiously," he hates everyone who is gay and it would make things even worse than they are now if he should learn that I've been here." "So how's it you are with Philip and Roger? " "Dad doesn't know he is gay," Brent chuckled "Will you promise not to tell?" "Never fear, dear boy, your depravity and your dirty weekend is safe with me," Brent assured him. Grant's nervous laugh also conveyed some relief. He liked this guy and hoped that he could depend on him to keep his secret, and be discreet. Rupert appeared with a tray of iced drinks. "There are seats in the shade of those trees. Don't let your beautiful bodies get burnt," he said. "Shall we?" said Brent, much to Grant's delight, for he wanted more of this guy's company. As they sat, Grant's eyes feasted on Brent's muscular hairiness and the relaxed uncut eight inch cock resting on heavy balls framed by a thick, black bush. He noticed that Brent was also admiring his attributes. Grant relaxed, encouraged by Brent's easy and friendly manner. Soon he was giving him a fuller explanation of his situation at home. Brent listened, sharing similar experiences. So intent were they that they failed to realise how much time had passed. When Mike appeared looking very disgruntled, Grant realised that it must seem as if he had deserted him. Grant introduced Mike to Brent who greeted him warmly. He had noticed Mike's annoyance and guessed that he might be jealous. "Sorry for claiming so much time with Grant. We both work at the factory and discovered we had much to talk about," he said, hoping the explanation would dispel any thoughts of competition. Mike looked less irritated as he accepted the explanation. Brent admired his fine young friend. They were a delightful couple. The three were soon sharing in the discussion. "I've been enjoying your company so much, would you both have an evening meal with me?" asked Brent. Mike quickly accepted the invitation, much to Grant's surprise. Grant said he first wanted to clear it with Philip and left to find him. "Grant loves you very much," said Brent. Mike blushed. "I know, and I, him. It's our love that has caused this mess." "Don't let anyone destroy it," Brent replied as he laid his hand on Mike's bare shoulder. Mike did not pull away, but smiled as he said, "He loves your hairy body." "And what about you?" "I guess I do too. We're special for each other but, as Philip and Roger will tell you, that does not mean we don't enjoy a frolic with others." Brent laughed. "I know what you mean. I've enjoyed some wonderful threesomes with them also." Grant appeared. "It's okay with Philip so long as you bring us home at a reasonable hour," he said. "I will." Brent placed an arm around each waist. "Shall we have another swim before we leave". Brent returned Grant soon after ten, dropping Mike off at his home on the way. He did not stay long. Grant said that they had enjoyed the evening, and his very broad grin indicated that indeed it had been very enjoyable. To be continued. The author invites comments and discussion. E-mail address nivision@manawatu.gen.nz