Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2019 14:53:45 +0000
From: John <bokjay123@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Trip to the Dales - 6 of 6 (The End) [Beginnings]

A Trip to the Dales -- 6

By John -- bokjay123@hotmail.com

The following Thursday Tariq seemed in a bit of a rush. Without hanging
about to make any small talk, he went straight for the stairs and bedroom
and began stripping off.

"You'll never guess what I did?" he said excitedly.

"Go on, what?"

"Well when I got home on Tuesday and went to bed, I couldn't sleep, which
is not like me after being at the gym. I kept thinking about being here and
I had a hard-on that wouldn't go away!"

"So what did you do?" asked Tim a little bemused.

"I went to the bathroom and jacked off again!"

"After what you did here? You are amazing."

"I know, but there's more. I did it again Wednesday night as well. I've
never done that before; well I told you didn't I? Now I keep getting hard
at all sorts of times!"

Tim had to smile to himself, this was big news that finally after all these
years he had started to wank off. Mind, to think he did it after the three
times with him did raise his eyebrow just a little.

Tariq was naked on the bed examining his dick.

"But I have to tell you, it's not as good doing it meself, not like when
you do it," he smiled shyly.

Tim sat next to him and took hold of his dick.

"Certainly nothing wrong with it now is there; fully working equipment."

Tariq grinned and dropped his head back on the pillow and draped one arm
across his eyes.

"You come from the gym tonight?"

"No, had a little bit of overtime so came straight here."

Tim smiled again to himself, he bet he couldn't wait to come back, he had
even laid on his back, which he wouldn't do if expecting a massage.

"Shall we check out if it's still in good shape?"

Tariq removed his arm. "Yes please, see if everything is alright." With
that, he covered his face again.

That was as much of an invitation as he was going to get, thought Tim, and
obliged by bending down and taking as much as he could in his mouth.

"Oh yes!" he heard Tariq sigh.

Now he had got to know Tariq's behaviour, he was ready and expecting the
last bit and true to form he suddenly awakened from his dreams and out of
control, tried to jam it fully down his throat just before he came. Tim
knew him now, laying back lazily enjoying his hard work, perhaps
embarrassed to show much. Then things built to such a pitch that his body
rather than his head, took over and roared into life as his orgasm started.

With the first one quickly out of the way, Tim started again but this time
doing what he wanted. Tariq was expecting more too, and as Tim moved down
between his legs, he drew them back so he could get to the bits he wanted.

The first pleasure was to feel all the ball sack of loose skin over his
face, then suck on his balls for a while. Later he moved down tonguing
behind the balls all the way to his pucker.

Before he moved any further he lifted his head.

"Good Tariq?"

"Oh yes, same as usual, you are really fantastic."

With that, he went back to running his tongue around. He held back for a
while, building up the courage to put his plan into action. Finally, he
decided to go for it.

Slowly he licked lower and lower as he kicked off his shorts and tee-shirt.

He dragged his tongue past his pucker, then over back toward his balls,
repeating the movement time and again. After a few turns, he paused over
the pucker and dug in with his tongue. Once slick with spit he moved back
towards his balls, replacing his tongue with his fingertip lightly tracing
around his hole.

Constantly licking from cock tip to pucker, keeping the last wet and as his
tongue moved away and replacing it with his finger, ever so gently pushing
in deeper and deeper. Soon spit would no longer suffice, so he deftly
reached for the bottle of lubricant and made the substitution.

In the back of his mind, Tariq would have said something before now but he
kept silent, the arm unmoved across his face. With lubricant his could slip
almost the whole finger inside and began to feel around for his prostate,
keeping an eye on his dick for any reaction.

Suddenly Tariq raised his head, making Tim jump.

"What are you doing?" There was an edge in his tone.

Tim tried to keep his voice as even as possible, but his heart began
pounding.

"You know, I told you before about the prostate massage, how men are
supposed to have one regularly."

"A what?" he replied as if he had forgotten all about it.

"The other week, I told you about the BBC article, some doctors recommended
having prostate massages. So that's what I'm doing."

"I don't think you should be doing that, I don't think I want one."

The last word was never finished as he gave a sudden groan. Accompanied by
his dick jumping two inches off his stomach.

Tim knew he had found the spot and quickly began rubbing the area before he
got further upset. After the first startled groan, came another and
another. Each time his dick leapt up in the air till it was pointing at the
ceiling, something Tim had not seen before.

Tariq began pushing back against the intrusion, even taking hold of his
dick. Tim quickly moved his hand away.

"Save that for me, it's my bonus."

As with the sucking, Tariq's body was calling the shots now and it wanted
desperately to feel Tim inside.

When he withdrew to continue his plan, Tariq was there before him.

"What you doing?" he wailed, thinking he was losing the source of pleasure.

"I think you will enjoy this even more." He quickly pushed in two fingers
this time, making it a little more difficult for Tariq to clamp down and
break his digit. There was virtually no resistance to the added width and
Tariq, happy the massage was continued, squirmed, wriggled and pushed
against them.

"Oh Tim, you are making me cum," he spluttered.

He quickly moved forward and took the head of his dick in his mouth. This
put Tariq in a fix, he wanted to do his usual throat fuck and at the same
time push himself against Tim's hand. He couldn't do both.

He became really loud with his groans until Tim could taste his cum. With
that, he frigged his arse as fast as he could, sending Tariq into a
squirming noisy mess.

Tariq was silent for a long time, making Tim think he could have fallen
asleep. He gave him a nudge.

"So, what do you think of your prostate massage?"

He moved his arm and looked at Tim collecting his thoughts.

"You had me worried there for a bit, you know with what you were doing. But
then it was like." He stopped, trying to think of the right words. "It were
like all these fireworks going off in my head like me whole body was going
to explode." He paused again thinking. "It were brilliant, it really
was. Unbelievable, I didn't think there was anything better than what you
showed us already, but it were just out of this world."

It was more than Tim had hoped.

Tariq interrupted his thoughts.

"How often are you supposed to have these pros-thingies?"

"As often as you like, it's up to you."

"Are you going to give us another one, I mean tonight?"

"Sure, if you can take the pleasure of course."

Tariq grinned. "I reckon I will survive. Ready when you are."

It got Tim wondering, he pushed Tariq into these new things as gently as
possible only for Tariq to turn around and want more as fast as he
could. Yet he was sure if he presented them on a plate at the beginning, he
would have run a mile.

Maybe it would be nice for you to try it a different way, and I think it
would be easier for me too if you just knelt up and you can put your head
down in the pillow. For all Tim was enjoying this new sport, the two
fingers he had used felt like someone had tried to hack them off. He might
not have a lot of feeling around his asshole, but he sure had powerful ass
muscles.

Tariq turned and got onto his knees, right position first time.

"Now just let me have a play with you first, then I will do the massage
afterwards."

He pulled his dick back between his legs and began sucking the head.

"I always like it when you do that."

"And this?" has Tim sucked his balls.

"Yeah, that as well. You are really good."

He moved on to tongue his crack and pucker.

"And that?"

Tariq sighed. "I never want you to stop, you know that."

He spent a few minutes warming him up, but not so he would blow another
load too quickly. He was on his third, which had been his ration till now.

Adding a little more lube to his fingers, this time two together pushed
gently inside. Tariq gave another moan so to help things along with his
other hand he gently squeezed and played with his dick.

The moans became more frequent and Tariq began pushing back so that both
fingers were fully inside.

"Good?"

Tim couldn't make out what he said but the real answer was Tariq working
his ass onto the intrusion.

"What you doing?" asked Tariq with a note of panic as Tim withdrew his
fingers.

"Hang on a minute, you are crushing my fingers, I'm going to change them
over."

In a second Tim put his dick to the mark and slowly pushed home. He was
nervous, ready for Tariq to go crazy once he realised. From the reaction
though he was just pleased the fingers had been replaced.

It was only when the length of his dick sliding inside exceeded the length
of his fingers did Tariq slowly realise something had changed.

He turned his head to try and look behind him. "What have you done?"

"I think this will be better. Better for me so you don't crush my fingers
and better for you so my bony digits don't bruise you."

"Ah, okay."

Tim pushed a little further and Tariq gasped loudly.

"Oh fuck, what's that?"

A reply was not necessary as something clicked and he pushed back hard
sending Tim's dick almost fully home.

"Good?"

"Oh, amazing. Keep going please."

Tim didn't have to do anything except hold himself firm against Tariq's
writhing; the guy was fucking himself royally.

"I'm going to cum soon, will you suck us?" he gasped.

But Tim was also about to do the same and to hurry it up began a rhythm
sliding to and fro. It only made Tariq become even noisier.

"Tariq, now you are making me cum," Tim complained and promptly filled his
channel.

"Suck us please, I'm dying to cum now," Tariq wailed again.

Quickly Tim pulled out and in the midst of his own orgasmic haze dropped
down and pulled Tariq's dick between his legs and began to suck. Within
seconds Tariq let go but in this position unable to thrust into his
mouth. His cumming over, he crumpled into a heap on the bed.

"What did you do that time; it was the best one yet."

"You liked it?" grinned Tim.

"It were amazing, I felt all kind of warm inside and it just made me want
to cum so fast, it's never been that good before."

Tariq had been fucked but strangely on some level appeared to be
unaware. For Tim, all he could think about was to do it again and to do it
properly, not the gentle pushing and pulling. He wanted to fuck him hard.

"Yes, this inside massaging is quite addictive." he grinned.

"Are you going to do us again, makes me think I am floating in the clouds,"
he laughed.

Tim was up for it; the idea that he wanted more just gave him an unexpected
turn on.

"Turn over and on your back this time," he urged.

He promptly did and draped one arm across his face like he always tended to
do. Tim pushed his legs back on his chest and then took a few seconds to
stroke his dick. The thought of being asked to do him again had turned him
on and his hard-on had stayed.

A moment before he pushed home Tariq removed his hand and raised his head
to see what was going on. As he took in the sight of Tim's dick about to
spear him again, a look of horror crossed his face.

"Oh no!" he gasped as if it was only now dawning on him what had been
happening. But then he dropped his head back on the pillow and covered his
face again, saying nothing more.

In a split second, Tim went to the anticipation of more pleasure to one of
disbelief and then instant anger. Just how could he not have known what was
going on? All these weeks of taking up his precious evenings, working
slowly towards this point, how could he be so naive? What an idiot, what a
complete waste of time.

Tim felt his hard-on about to disappear and feeling nothing but contempt
for Tariq, slammed inside. Tariq gasped but didn't otherwise move a
muscle. The heat and tightness brought his dick back to life and he began
thrusting hard without any build up. It took some moments before the inert
Tariq finally groaned and pushed himself back into Tim.

"You like it?"

"Oh yes, it's so good."

Tim stopped; he wanted to hear it said.

"Are you sure? I mean, this is what you really want?"

"Yes, yes, I want," Tariq gasped pushing himself against Tim to try and
keep the movements going.

"I want you to be absolutely clear, you want me to carry on?" Now he was
teasing.

"Please Tim, yes, carry on please," he wailed.

Tim melted just a touch and slammed his dick hard into him.

It made Tariq gasp. "Oh yes, like that."

There was no more to be said and Tim hammered his ass for all he was
worth. All those tiny little steps with the massages, getting him nude,
sucking his god damn dick and now he loved his ass being pounded.

Tim came again and stood up. Tariq remained breathing heavily with his face
still covered. He noted the time was almost due for Tariq to leave so he
went to the bathroom and showered.

When he returned to the bedroom he was sitting on the edge of the bed about
to start getting dressed.

"You know," he began saying slowly, "If you could run us home I could stay
longer."

Tim immediately realised it had been a difficult few words for him to say.

"For what? More fun?"

Tariq shrugged nervously. "Yes, I mean if you want."  He avoided eye
contact.

Tim grinned, "you mean you are up for more now?"

Now Tariq met his stare and grinned back. "Yes, why not? It's nice, isn't
it?"

"Oh, very nice," laughed Tim, his anger completely disappeared.

He sat down next to him and then pushed him back on the bed.

"But one little problem. You've just drained me twice, so you will have to
help me get it back into working order."

Tariq looked quizzical, but Tim followed up by pulling his head down to his
dick.

"You'll have to suck us."

Again, that horrified look flashed across Tariq's face. In a flash though
before Tim could react, the expression turned to a grin.

"I've never done it before."

"I think there are a lot of things you never did before coming to this
house, so it's time to learn another new trick."

A new resolve had taken Tim, no more little steps, if he didn't want to do
it he could catch the bus home as far as he was concerned.

Gingerly he took the head into his mouth and began to suck and lick. For a
little while he glanced up for approval before something stirred inside and
he began to devour it like a man possessed. It had only been Tim's
intention to make his dick hard and then fuck him again but now he was a
little shocked at the enthusiasm Tariq was putting to the task.

"Go on Tariq, suck us dry, just like I do to you." The response was a deep
groan and a redoubled effort.

"I'm cuming Tariq, suck us hard." He let fly and Tariq coughed but didn't
let up till Tim had to take back his dick or he would have made it sore.

He sat up grinning. "Were it alright? How did I do?"

"I can't believe that was the first time, you must have been quietly taking
it all in watching me."

Tariq laughed, pleased with himself.

"Are you going to do us again now? You know."

"Bloody hell, hang on a minute, you've just sucked the living daylights out
of me and now you want shagging again."

Tariq grinned.

Tim pushed him onto his back and shoved home.

"You are going to have to do some squeezing, get me going again."

"Like this?"

Tom felt his dick being squashed and then released as Tariq milked him.

"Shit, you are so strong."

Tariq liked to be complimented.

It took a long time before Tim was ready to come again, one really long
drawn-out fuck. Finally, they were at ease with each other and Tariq
working just as hard as Tim for the conclusion.

After they dressed and went to the top of the stairs, Tariq paused. "Shit,
my legs are killing me, I can't bend them."

"That's something you are going to have to get used to, but it won't last
long." Tim laughed.

Tariq sat on the top step and then bumped down one at a time to the bottom.

Once Tariq had gone, he sat down to contemplate the situation. Finally he
had what he had wanted and really enjoyed tonight. But he honestly could
not afford to be having sex with both of them. On the other hand, from the
little snippets Tariq had mentioned, his mate Husain seemed to idolise
him. He would put every last penny on Husain idolising his dick if he
already loved his body.

Maybe he could get them both together somehow and see if Husain liked him
enough to take care of his new found sexual needs. He went off to bed
wondering how he was he going to manage that little task. It might mean a
few more massages but if all went well, they would pair off.

And that would leave him where he wanted to be, have his evenings and be
with Jack.

The End

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