Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2014 08:52:44 +0000
From: Adam Stewart <stewad18@gmail.com>
Subject: My Hero Part 1

My Hero (part 1)
By Adam Stewart

Author's note: A gay love story that deals with the problems of living in a
small community.

Warning: It contains explicit m/m sex.

1.

"Why can't you be normal like everyone else?" Marc's mum told him as she
tended to the cuts and bruises he'd yet again received at the hands of
Morgan. Marc was now twenty, in fact he'd be twenty one in just one month's
time, and he'd been at the same school as Morgan who had always been a
bully. Luc had become Morgan's sidekick and aided and abetted Morgan doing
whatever he told him to do, so if he said punch Marc whilst Morgan held him
down, then that was what he did. On his own he was a coward and Marc could
have flattened him despite being smaller but Luc always made sure he had
Morgan to protect him just in case.

On this occasion, Marc had bumped into Morgan on his way back from
college. In reality Morgan had made sure that Marc knocked him since there
was plenty of room on the path for them to pass by each other but Morgan
always took the opportunity to bully Marc. "Mind where you're going you
fucking poof" Morgan shouted at him whilst Luc looked on. Marc said sorry
but he knew it wouldn't appease Morgan. It never had so Marc waited for
whatever Morgan had in store for him.

"Let's teach this arse fucker a lesson" Morgan said as he grabbed Marc and
pulled him into a side alley with Luc following and laughing. Once away
from any likely passersby Morgan grabbed Marc's balls and held them
tight. Marc grimaced as the pain shot through his body. Morgan then punched
him in the stomach and turned him round to face the wall. As Marc's face
grazed against the brick wall and Morgan held his arms outstretched, Luc
was told to unfasten Marc's jeans and pull them down. "Rip his boxers off"
Morgan told Luc who obediently cut them with a knife until they were in
shreds. Once he was naked from the waist down, Marc felt Morgan's rough
finger being thrust inside him. He could never understand why Morgan seemed
to love doing this as he appeared to so hate gays but invariably he did
whenever he had the opportunity.

Marc had long learnt that it was best to let him do whatever he wanted
because to resist would cause him more pain and grief. He'd once tried that
when he was eighteen. With Luc's assistance, Morgan had tied him up,
stripped him naked and raped him. Afterwards they walked off laughing
leaving Marc naked on the ground. Once they'd gone, Marc dressed and ran
home in a terrible state but yet again his mother had little sympathy for
him. She couldn't understand why her son was not normal and dated girls.

When Marc had first realised he was gay he felt so alone. He'd been born
into a coal mining community in a small village near Merthyr Tydfil in
South Wales and decided he really was the only gay in the village. His
father had been a coal miner but had died in an accident down the mine when
Marc was just twelve so he and his mum had lived alone ever since. It was a
tight community so everyone knew everybody. Marc knew only too well that if
he came out as being gay, his life would be hell. The problem was that his
camp ways made him a target and it didn't take much working out that he was
'one of those' even though nobody actually said so.

Morgan and Luc had gone down the pit once leaving school whereas Marc had
refused to follow his father's footsteps. On the one hand his mother was
happy that he hadn't but when Marc announced he was going to a college to
study art, she was not too pleased.

"Just get a man's job and be normal" she kept on telling him.

"Because I'm not normal; I'm gay" he would shout back.

"Well, one of these days this Morgan is going to kill you" she shouted.

"I can look after myself" he'd reply, although quite how he wasn't really
sure.


The year was 1982 and Marc had read that there was to be another gay pride
in London at the weekend. He decided he'd go so he told his mum that he was
away on a college assignment for the weekend. He packed a small rucksack
with basic necessities but had no idea where he'd stay once in London and
decided to play it by ear. 'I might be lucky and get picked up by a nice
guy' he chuckled to himself as he made his way to the bus which would take
him to the station in Merthyr Tydfil. It was a three hour trip to London so
having bought his ticket he found his train and settled down for the
journey. A young guy sat opposite him and they smiled at each other every
so often. Marc couldn't decide whether or not the guy was interested in him
so did nothing even though he was tempted to start a conversation to see
where he was going. One thing he knew was that he couldn't just blurt out
that he was off to watch gay pride. Despite homosexuality now being legal
in England, there was still a lot of homophobia around, especially outside
London.

Finally the train arrived in London and Marc made his way to where the
pride march was starting off from. He'd been to London a few times before
so had a reasonable knowledge of his way around. He'd also contacted the
London Lesbian and Gay Switchboard to obtain information about the pride
march.

It was a beautiful day and he enjoyed basking in the sunshine waiting for
things to happen. He loved watching all the gay guys wandering around and
several grinned at him as they went by. Seeing such gorgeous guys, several
of whom were scantily dressed, caused his body to get excited but knowing
he was with other like minded guys, he wasn't bothered if the bulge showed.

Slowly the parade took shape. Standing almost in front of him was a guy
holding a banner which said 'We are gay and proud of it'. Marc liked the
sentiment and wished he could say the same where he came from. The guy
attempting to hold the banner was clearly having a problem. The guy who
started holding it with him had disappeared so this guy was left alone
trying to hold it up. Every so often he looked over to Marc and
grinned. His grin was infectious and Marc grinned back. There was almost a
sexual connotation to the grin and it made Marc feel good.

"Why not come and give me a hand?" the guy shouted. Marc thought for a
moment. He hadn't intended taking part in the parade. He was still in the
closet at home, even though his mother knew he was gay. "Come on, don't
just stand there, I need a hand" the guy grinned. Marc couldn't resist the
offer so stepped forward. "Thanks; thought you'd be up for it" the guy
grinned mischievously. Marc felt his face go red having spotted the double
meaning. "I'm Ashley by the way".

"Hi Ashley, I'm Marc". They attempted to shake hands but the banner took
over so they gave up. Marc took hold of one end and they pulled it open so
its message could be seen.

"Been to a pride march before?"

"No" Marc replied, "First time".

"If I'm not mistaken, you're from Wales" Ashley grinned which sent another
electric shock through Marc's body. There was something about the guy which
really turned Marc on.

"Yeah, a small mining village near Merthyr Tydfil"

"Wow, so you've come all this way to see me make a fool of myself" Ashley
laughed.

"I wouldn't say that; I think what you guys are doing is brilliant; just
wish people where I live accepted gays like they do in London."

Ashley laughed. "Not everyone does; you'll find that out once we start
marching so be prepared for verbal abuse and probably a few rotten eggs but
at least we're legal so the police have to protect us even though most of
them are against us."

"Thought things were better in London"

"Probably better than in a small mining village in South Wales; don't
suppose many coalminers are that gay friendly."

"You can say that again; have got the cuts and bruises to show what they
feel."

Ashley looked at Marc and smiled. There was something about the guy he
found intriguing and he wanted to find out more. He was also a good looking
guy and Ashley mentally stripped him. He certainly wouldn't mind getting
him into bed. "Just stick with me; I'll look after you" Ashley smiled which
melted Marc's heart. He was just about to say 'thanks' when the march
started moving forward so they had to walk and make sure their banner was
stretched out to show off its message.

As Ashley had predicted, in amongst the crowd there were plenty of jeers
from those who disapproved of their type. Shouts of faggots, queers, arse
lickers and many more were heard above the roar of people who did support
those who'd put their neck on the line to show solidarity. As Marc marched
along, he felt proud. "Fuck the bastards" he told himself "and fuck Morgan;
I'm gay and proud of it".

Apart from a few scuffles along the route and the odd rotten egg which both
Ashley and Marc managed to avoid, things went reasonably smoothly. Even so,
Marc was glad to get to the end and be surrounded by like minded
people. Once they'd disposed of their banner, Ashley introduced Marc to two
of his friends called Bret and Clayton. They were older than Marc by about
four years. Ashley was almost the same age as Marc although he was already
twenty one so legal. Bret thanked Marc for helping and explained one of
their supporters hadn't turned up. Marc said he'd enjoyed marching along
and helping out which made Ashley feel happy.

"Want to join us for a drink Marc?" Ashley asked hoping against hope that
Marc would say yes. He'd only know the guy for a few hours whilst they
walked along on the parade but he knew he wanted more of him, in more ways
than one. He just hoped that Marc was up for it.

"Yeah, love to" Marc replied almost too excitedly but Ashley grinned with
approval. Bret and Clayton joined them and it became apparent that they
were boyfriends and ran a gay book shop in Bloomsbury. Marc had no idea
that such a bookshop existed and Bret explained his was the only one in
London.

"Despite having bricks thrown through our window every so often by fucking
homophobes, it's doing well. We also hold regular meetings to discuss
topical items and provide a meeting place for gays and lesbians to gather
together."

"You should come along to one" Clayton added.

"I'd love to but I don't live in London" Marc replied.

"Marc's the only gay in a Welsh mining village" Ashley laughed.

"Fuck, that must be scary" Clayton exclaimed, "I doubt big butch hairy
miners are that gay friendly."

"You're right, they're not and I've got the cuts and bruises to prove it"

"Fuck them Marc; we'll look after you; in fact perhaps you should consider
moving to London; I'm sure you could find an art course here" Ashley
blurted out and put an arm round Marc to hug him tight. For once in his
life he felt he was with people who understood him and it made him feel
good. In fact it made him feel very good, especially having Ashley's warm
sexy body up close to him which caused it to react in the usual way.

The bar they went to was in Earls Court. As they walked in Marc suddenly
realised it was full of guys and they were all gay, many of whom were
dressed in leather. "We're rather partial to guys in leather so hope you
don't mind" Ashley whispered once inside. Marc shook his head as he looked
round at the many different guys on show.

"Are these guys all gay?" he whispered. Ashley grinned and nodded.

"Great isn't it"

The four pushed their way through the crowd and as they went Marc was
certain he felt hands feeling his crotch and his butt. It did nothing to
quell the bulge that was clearly showing had anyone been able to see
it. Bret and Ashley pushed their way through to the bar whilst Clayton led
Marc to one corner where they could stand with a bit more room. "It's
always busy in here but especially so today" he announced in Marc's
ear. The music that was playing and the general chatter made it almost
impossible to speak normally.

Eventually Ashley and Bret made their way to the other guys with four pints
of beer. Marc thanked them for his not knowing who'd actually paid but made
a point of saying he'd buy the next round.

"Cheers" Ashley said as they touched glasses with each other. Marc felt so
happy and he so wished he lived in London. Perhaps he should give it some
serious thought but where he'd live he had no idea.

They spent the next two or three hours laughing and chatting with each
other. As the drink flowed Marc became much more relaxed. He wasn't drunk
but he was definitely merry. As such he talked more about life in a Welsh
mining village and how he was bullied by Morgan.

"If I met this guy Morgan I'd teach him a lesson" Ashley commented when
he'd heard the kinds of things he'd done to Marc. Despite having only known
each other for a few hours he felt protective towards him and anyone that
messed with his new friend, messed with him.

Finally they decided they'd all drunk enough, at least for the time being,
so Clayton suggested they get something to eat. "We know a really nice
place near here and it's cheap" he added. Marc said that sounded perfect
since his finances were decidedly limited.

"Join the club" Ashley laughed, "Me too".

Over their meal, which Marc had to agree was not only very tasty but good
value, Ashley and Clayton talked about current gay issues they were
campaigning for. Bret explained that Clayton was a keen activist and Ashley
was also very involved.

"You should join us" Ashley said and placed a hand on Marc's thigh since
he'd made sure they sat together. Marc enjoyed the warmth of the hand on
his leg and again he felt the reaction it caused. There was definitely
something about the guy sitting beside him that turned him on. He was not
only good looking but was full of life and passionate about gay
issues. Marc felt at home with him and definitely wanted to get to know him
more but quite how that would happen he had no idea since he lived almost
one hundred and seventy miles away. He again thought how he could move to
London but decided it was a pipe dream.

"So who's up to going to a club tonight?" Ashley said once they'd finished
eating. Both Clayton and Bret said they were and all three looked at
Marc. Seeing Marc's reticence he placed his hand on Marc's thigh again
which had the same effect as before. "We'll look after you, won't we
guys". The other two nodded although in reality they knew that Ashley would
do the looking after since they'd seen how he'd been looking at Marc ever
since they'd first been introduced.

"Where are you staying?" Clayton suddenly asked. Marc shrugged his
shoulders and said he hadn't made any plans. All he'd done so far was get
to London to watch the parade.

"You're not planning on travelling back home tonight are you?" Ashley asked
suddenly concerned that he was going to lose his Adonis. Marc shook his
head and said there was no need to rush back. In fact he'd told his mum
that he'd be away for the whole weekend and wouldn't be back until at least
the Monday. Quite why he'd said that he didn't know but he didn't want to
be tied to being back at a certain time or day. Not that his mother worried
about him. She let him come and go as he pleased now he was old enough to
look after himself. "You could always stay with me" Ashley blurted out and
then looked at Bret. "You guys wouldn't mind would you?"

Bret and Clayton laughed. "As long as he shares your bed because there
certainly isn't room in ours" Clayton chuckled before explaining that the
three of them shared a flat above the gay book shop.

"We literally do sleep above the shop" Bret laughed, "but yes, you'd be
very welcome as long as you don't mind three naked men wandering round and
squeezing in because we only have two small bedrooms with a small living
room and an even smaller kitchen, not forgetting the small bathroom."

"It's what I call cosy" Ashley laughed. Marc thanked them profusely since
he didn't really have enough money to pay for a hotel so in reality he'd
have had to sleep in the open somewhere. "Excellent" Ashley grinned and
moved his hand further into Marc's thigh until it was precious near his
bulge. As he did so he leaned in and gave Marc a light kiss on the
cheek. Marc felt himself blush since he wasn't used to receiving kisses
from men. Not that he objected, in fact far from it.


2.

When they arrived at the Catacombs club, Marc saw a notice that said
'twenty one and over only'. "I'm only twenty" he whispered to Ashley.

"Fuck, how far off twenty one are you?"

"A month"

"You look twenty one so if asked lie about your age and knock a few months
off your birth date". In no way was he going to miss out on having this
cute guy beside him well into the early hours.

As they walked in the bouncer nodded at them clearly knowing the guys. Bret
said Marc was with them so the bouncer nodded them in. Once inside, they
dumped their jackets with the cloakroom attendant along with Marc's
rucksack. When they moved into the main area, Marc gasped. He'd never seen
so many hot guys before. Most were wearing tight leather and some were even
in their chaps with their naked arse showing. His cock immediately went
hard and he noticed that Ashley's did too. Within no time the other two had
disappeared leaving Ashley to look after Marc. Ashley bought two drinks and
they moved to one side to view who was around.

"I take it you've never been to somewhere like this before?" Ashley
grinned. Marc shook his head as he gazed at the hot guys all around. Ashley
put his arm round Marc's waist and pulled him close. Once they'd downed
their drinks, Ashley turned Marc towards him. He'd been dying to kiss this
guy ever since they'd first met. Marc was just as eager so in a moment,
surrounded by guys dancing and laughing with drinks being sipped and
sloshed in the throng, Marc and Ashley kissed. They might as well have been
alone because all that Marc was aware of was the feel of Ashley's body. The
warmth, strength, and sensation of his own tongue as it slid against the
slick heat of Ashley's mouth, was something he'd never ever experienced. He
made low noises which Ashley recognised as being one of utter
satisfaction. When they eventually pulled apart, they were breathless.

"Wow, that was beautiful" Ashley grinned and pulled Marc's body even closer
to his. He could feel Marc's hardness pressing against his own. He couldn't
help but move his hand down to feel it. Marc gasped. This was another
first. He'd never had a guy hold him sensually before. The only time his
cock had been felt was by Morgan and that was totally different to
this. Seeing how much he loved the feel of Ashley's hand he moved his own
onto his bulge. The guy was big, much bigger than his.

"That is some cock" Marc whispered into Ashley's ear. Ashley grinned.

"It's yours whenever you want it" he said with a mischievous grin.

Marc glanced round and saw several guys kissing and having a good time.

"I can't believe this; it's fucking brilliant"

"Sure is" Ashley grinned and pulled Marc closer. Marc felt Ashley pull his
shirt out from his jeans. He then did the same to his own. Ashley smiled at
Marc trying to judge how far he could go but the grin on Marc's face said
it all. He slowly unbuttoned Marc's shirt and did the same to his own. He
then pulled their naked chests together and kissed. Ashley's mouth was dry
with nervousness as he trailed his hands down Marc's sides, pulling him
closer and slipping his palms round the back of his shirt. He felt the
muscles under Marc's warm skin shudder and tighten, and he liked it. He
liked knowing all it took was a simple touch and Marc couldn't control
himself. Marc's eyes closed when he felt Ashley's hand drift lower. He
dipped his fingers into the edge of Marc's jeans, feeling the soft skin of
his buttocks whilst he pulled Marc closer, pressing their erections between
them. He dragged his lips over Marc's throat in slow kisses that made him
whimper. Ashley liked that sound and he smiled against Marc's pulse before
he pulled back to strip off Marc's shirt.

Seeing that other guys were naked to the waist, Marc was not bothered. In
fact he liked it. He watched Ashley remove his own shirt and admired the
beautiful naked torso that now faced him. They smiled at each other and
kissed again. Ashley wanted to feel more so he slowly moved a hand down the
front of Marc's jeans. Marc grinned guessing what Ashley wanted to do and
he wasn't going to stop him despite being surrounded by guys. He felt his
fly buttons slowly being unfastened one at a time until there was access
inside. The top button was then unfastened and he felt Ashley's hand slip
inside. The hot hand grabbed hold of his hard cock through the thin
material of his boxer shorts. He groaned with pleasure so Ashley slipped a
hand down inside the waist band. When he felt the hot flesh of Marc's flesh
he too groaned with pleasure. "Ah" Marc murmured briefly wondering if he
should do the same to Ashley but he was too preoccupied with his own
feelings for the present.

Ashley knew that if he continued playing with Marc's naked cock he'd shoot
and he didn't want that, not then. He wanted to keep that to when they got
back home so he could see the look on Marc's face more clearly and see his
hot creamy cum. He'd already fallen in love with this guy and he so hoped
Marc felt the same way.


Throughout their time at the club they hardly moved apart from each
other. Every so often Bret and Clayton found them and they had more
drinks. They too were naked to the waist and Marc enjoyed looking at their
beautiful torsos. Both had hairy chests, not excessive but enough to look
sexy. He only had a light covering due to his fair hair. Ashley was darker
haired so his chest hair stood out more. Marc loved it; in fact he loved
everything about Ashley.

They finally made their way home just before the club closed in the early
hours. They took the night bus to Bloomsbury where the other three guys
lived. Their small flat above the bookshop was accessed via a side
door. This led immediately onto a flight of stairs that took them to the
first floor. As the guys had said, the flat was indeed cosy but Marc loved
it. All the walls were covered with gay images, some of which were artwork
and others photos.

"Ashley is a photographer" Bret explained as Marc admired one which was of
a naked guy. "He's always looking for willing models so if you're
interested in posing for him now's your chance. We sell them in the shop so
you get paid for it." Marc said he might well be interested. He had no
hang-ups about showing off his body. In fact he was rather proud of his.

Ashley put his arm round Marc and led him to his bedroom. Marc had drunk
more than he usually did so felt slightly tipsy but was still able to
stand. Once inside the small room, Ashley pulled him into his arms. They
kissed passionately as they slowly removed each other's shirts. Despite the
late hour Ashley wanted to make love to the beautiful guy in his arms and
Marc was happy to let him do so. Once their torsos were naked, they stood
for a moment, quiet and almost curious, as they took advantage of the fresh
expanses of warm skin with tender touches. Ashley tugged Marc's jeans open
and slid his hand inside. When Ashley wrapped his fingers around Marc's
cock, he let out a whimper. Ashley gave him a long, slow stroke as a
reward. In a matter of seconds they had a pile of clothes and shoes on the
floor by the bed.

"God you are so beautiful" Ashley muttered. Marc too admired Ashley's hot
sexy body. The sight of his thick cock and two large balls hanging down
between his legs had caused his own to stir. Ashley grinned and took hold
of it before squatting down to take it into his mouth.

"Fuck" Marc exclaimed, "That feels so good". Ashley smiled. He loved it
when a guy enjoyed having his cock sucked and this cock was certainly worth
sucking. He flicked out his tongue, teasing the slit before circling the
head. He then gave a few deep strokes and then a long pull of suction
before he let go. It was soon hard and standing out like a flag
pole. Ashley didn't bother with a preamble or even another kiss before he
pushed Marc back onto the mattress and fell over him. Their erections
grazed together, slick with pre-cum and Ashley tangled his fingers into
Marc's long fair hair as it fell around his face. He pulled Marc closer and
their mouths locked together as Marc let out another whimper.

When the kiss was over, they rolled onto their sides with Marc facing away
from Ashley. He then felt Ashley's thick hard cock slide between his
legs. He rocked back and the cock bumped the back of his balls. He tensed
the muscles in his thighs, making the space tighter and did it
again. Ashley shivered. He really wanted to be buried inside the guy.

"Want to fuck you" Ashley whispered. Marc nodded giving his approval. He
too wanted to feel the beautiful cock between his legs inside him. "On your
knees" Ashley demanded but not in an authoritative kind of way. Marc went
on all fours and felt Ashley's strong hand reaching round him moving in
long, smooth motions over his cock, hips rocking subtly into his own
touch. Ashley spread Marc's legs and their bare feet rest beside each
other. He took his time as he pressed closer behind Marc. He ran a hand
down the curve of Marc's backside whist he stroked the head of his cock
against Marc's entrance. Ashley could tell it was frustrating him. He
rocked back against Ashley and tried for more contact. "Be patient" Ashley
chuckled, "Want to make this last and be special for you. You've got such a
beautiful arse to fuck."

He grabbed the lube and gently fingered the beautiful hole that was waiting
for him. When he'd lubricated the head of his cock he gently moved forward
and slowly pressed it in. For a moment Marc clenched his butt but then
relaxed enjoying the feel of the large head invade him. It was the most
beautiful thing he'd ever experienced and he knew from that moment onwards
that he wanted a lot more of this.

Ashley slowly thrust in and out not wanting to reach his climax just
yet. He wanted to make this last as long as he could but eventually his
sexual urge took over and he was on the edge. He leaned forward again and
pushed harder into Marc's arse as he picked up the tempo, thrusting in hot,
needy movements until he felt his release. He reached round and grabbed
hold of Marc's cock which was now dripping with pre-cum. A few more strokes
and he too would be shooting his load but Ashley had other ideas. He pulled
out of Marc and told him to lie on his back. He then climbed over him and
guided Marc's erection into his waiting arse. "Yeah man, that feels
beautiful" Ashley groaned as he rode the long thick cock up and
down. Although he was more a top, he loved a big cock up his arse and this
was one beautiful cock.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum" Marc cried out after a few minutes of being
ridden. Ashley hastily climbed off and bent over the weeping cock. He
wanted to see this guy shoot his load and then taste it. He massaged the
shaft until Marc's body was jumping up and down. Suddenly he let rip and
waves of thick creamy cum shot out. Ashley went straight down on it and
sucked it dry. It tasted beautiful and he knew he wanted to taste this guy
many more times.

When Marc had calmed down, Ashley gently collapsed on top of him and
brought their lips together. The kiss was hard and tongues flitted in and
out of their mouths. Despite Marc's inexperience he was a natural kisser
and Ashley loved that about him. Finally they looked at each other and
grinned.

"That was the best sex I've had for a very long time"

"That was the best I've ever had" Marc grinned.

"I hope this is not going to be a one off because I've got lots of things
I'd love to do with you" Ashley grinned. Marc lifted his head and gave him
a gentle kiss on the lips before saying he was certainly up for more. He'd
already decided that and was thinking how they could do so with him living
in Wales and Ashley in London.

"Let's talk about it later" Ashley smiled, "Think we'd better get some
sleep." Marc agreed and they snuggled down beneath the covers with Marc
cradled in Ashley's arms. He loved the feel of Ashley's hot sexy body up
close to him and Ashley loved the feel of Marc's hot butt up against his.


It was mid morning by the time they woke. Ashley led Marc into the bathroom
and despite its small size they did their morning ablutions
together. Ashley was used to doing everything with other guys around and he
was pleased to see that Marc was happy to do so too. Once done, they walked
naked into the kitchen. Nobody bothered much about clothes at home since
the flat was always warm irrespective of the weather outside.

"Hi guys" Clayton grinned having a good look at Marc's nakedness. "From the
sound of things you had a good night" he laughed. Marc blushed having
realised their session of sex had been heard by the other guys but the
walls were thin so it was difficult not to hear what went on in each
other's bedrooms.

"It's do it yourself here" Bret said as he moved across the kitchen to
fetch another piece of toast from the toaster. Marc couldn't help but
admire both his and Clayton's naked bodies. They were heavy set guys with
lots of hair. Not really his type but very sexy all the same. Marc said
he'd have some cereal and toast so Ashley showed him where everything was
kept. "We tend to stand around in here for breakfast and only use the table
in the other room for main meals" Bret grinned as he leant against a
kitchen counter and admired Marc's nakedness. Being naked and in the
presence of other naked guys caused shivers of excitement to shoot through
Marc's body. This excitement as usual went to his cock so he was soon
showing signs of a semi erection which certainly pleased the other guys.

"So when you got to go back home?" Clayton asked before he stuffed another
piece of toast into his mouth.

"No real hurry; depends on you guys and when you want me to fuck off"

Clayton and Bret grinned. "You're very welcome to stay here as long as you
like" Clayton said, "I'm sure Ashley won't object" he added grinning.

"Fuck no" Ashley beamed.

"It's lovely to have you join us Marc" Bret added and patted Marc's naked
butt.


Marc in fact stayed until the Monday afternoon since he knew he didn't have
any classes at college until the Tuesday. Since the shop was open on the
Monday he helped Ashley sort some books and photos whilst Bret dealt with
customers. Clayton did part-time work at a local clinic so he was out all
day. Ashley was a freelance photographer so was able to organise his own
time and he decided he certainly wasn't going to miss the chance of being
with Marc. On the Sunday night they'd had another long hot session of sex
during which Ashley fucked Marc on his back for almost twenty minutes
before finally spilling his load. This time Ashley sucked Marc off and had
him almost hitting the ceiling as he did so. Marc had never thought that
sex could be so intense and couldn't wait until the next time he met up
with Ashley. By the time he left to go back home they'd both promised each
other there'd definitely be a next time and soon.

Before he left, they exchanged phone numbers and then kissed
passionately. Marc had tears in his eyes as he walked out the flat. He
couldn't wait to come to London again and see his new boyfriend.


3.

The journey back was long and tedious. He'd so enjoyed his time in London
and he'd found someone he loved. The thought of returning to his home
village filled him with dread but he knew he had to stick it out until he'd
completed his college course. His final exams were in just a few weeks so
he tried to think positive. One thing he had decided whilst the train
trundled along was that once he'd completed his studies he was going to
move to London. Quite what he'd do and where he'd live was another question
but Ashley and Bret had both said that provided he was prepared to work
hard there was always work around. One thing he wasn't afraid of was hard
work. Since his father had died he'd had to take on responsibilities as
well as continue his education so he was well used to working hard.

When he got home the house was in darkness. His mum was doing an evening
shift as a cleaner in the colliery offices where she worked in the canteen
during the daytime. She needed to earn every penny she could to make ends
meet but she too never minded hard work. Marc went up to his room, stripped
off and laid on the bed thinking about the wonderful time he'd had in
London. His thoughts caused his cock to get hard so he casually played with
himself. He closed his eyes and imagined Ashley's hot lips round his cock
until he was shooting his load. It was better than nothing and the best he
could get until he went back to London again.

He'd no sooner reached his climax when he heard his mum come home. He
quickly cleaned himself up and slipped on his boxer shorts. Not that she
ever came into his room without knocking but he didn't want her to find him
stark naked. She was used to seeing him in just his boxers so he casually
walked downstairs to say hello.

"Good trip?" she asked casually whilst she washed her hands in the kitchen
sink.

"Yeah, great" he replied equally casually hoping she wouldn't ask any
further questions about what he was supposed to have been doing.

"I'm whacked so going to bed" she announced, "Make sure you lock up before
you go to bed". He nodded and watched her walk out the kitchen. She looked
tired and older than her years. Life had been hard for her since his dad
had died and he felt sorry for her. He grabbed a beer, checked that
everything was locked up and made his way to bed. Once there he stripped
naked and lay on the bed to drink his beer whilst looking at a gay porn
magazine that Ashley had given him. He'd never seen such material before
and to look at full frontal naked men, some with erections really turned
him on. According to Ashley, most of the magazines that Bret sold under the
counter in the shop came from the continent or America. He soon found his
cock rising again so casually played with it whilst he turned the pages. By
the time he'd finished drooling over the pictures, he was ready to shoot
another load.


The rest of the week was spent attending classes at college or working at
home preparing for his final exams. On the Friday he was desperate to get
out and relax so decided to go down to the local bar. He'd probably go into
Merthyr on the Saturday for a night out. He generally avoided the one and
only bar in the village since he knew Morgan would be there with his
sidekick but he felt confident he could deal with anything Morgan had to
dish up. The place was packed when he arrived. There was a darts match on
so all the guys from the pit were there. The women folk never came to these
events so the guys let their hair down and spent the time telling each
other dirty jokes. Marc made sure he stood well away from where Morgan and
Luc were standing although he saw Morgan grinning at him. Marc could never
quite understand Morgan since the grin always looked as if he was lusting
after him yet his bullying said otherwise.

Having consumed three pints of beer, Marc was desperate to have a pee so he
made his way through to the back corridor where the men's toilet was
situated. He'd no sooner pulled out his cock to start peeing when Morgan
and Luc came in. He silently groaned as they stood either side of
him. Morgan just grinned as he pulled his cock out to start having a
pee. Suddenly both he and Luc turned towards Marc and peed all over each
side of his jeans. Marc immediately reacted and grabbed Luc's arm since he
knew he'd not be able to overpower Morgan. Within seconds he had Luc's arm
up behind his back and his other hand round the one Luc was using to hold
his cock. He twisted Luc's arm further up his back making him wince as he
firmly gripped the hand holding his cock. Since Luc had unfastened the
waist of his jeans, he was able to pull his cock and his balls right out
the top of his boxer shorts. He turned Luc towards Morgan who now directed
his flow of pee onto Luc's jeans since Marc was behind him. Luc was
panicking and pee was still pouring out of him so Marc turned his cock
upwards and he peed over himself. His own was still flowing so that was
wetting the back of Luc's jeans. Morgan just laughed and emptied his
bladder all over Luc.

"Morgan, help me, please" Luc wailed but Morgan just laughed waving his
flow up and down the pair of them.

Finally Morgan had finished peeing and walked out as he stuffed his cock
back into his trousers. Marc felt Luc tense with fear wondering what was
now going to happen. Both had stopped peeing and their jeans were
soaked. "Not so cocky now your mate has left you" Marc whispered into Luc's
ear as he gave Luc's balls another hard squeeze and the arm up his back
another quick jerk. Luc winced with pain and Marc for once felt he was in
charge. He was tempted to push Luc's head down into the urinal trough but
decided the guy was just a wimp. Instead he pushed him to one side and Luc
collapsed onto the floor almost landing in the urinal trough. Marc stuffed
his cock back inside his jeans and walked out. He noticed the door to the
backyard behind the bar was open so he quickly moved outside. His heart was
racing with adrenaline.

Just in case Luc or Morgan decided to follow him he hid behind some empty
beer barrels and waited a few minutes. Sure enough Luc appeared looking
dishevelled. His jeans were soaked and he was pissed off that they guy he'd
always thought of as his friend had deserted him in a time of need. In fact
he'd done more than that; he'd given him the very same treatment he'd
persuaded Luc to take part in having seen Marc make his way to the
toilet. He was furious and decided that from now on he would keep away from
Morgan and not be his ally when it came to bullying the poof. He too
couldn't make Morgan out at times since despite the names he called Marc he
wasn't convinced that he truly hated gays like he did. He found them
disgusting which was why he'd always agreed to do whatever Morgan
wanted. The problem was that Marc was slightly bigger than him and much
stronger so he knew he could never take the guy on without someone like
Morgan.

Marc watched Luc unlock the gate to the yard and disappear. Seeing no sign
of Morgan following, he decided to make his own way. Fortunately Luc lived
in the opposite direction to Marc but Morgan lived not far from him. Just
in case Morgan had decided to grab him near the alleyway where he'd
accosted him on previous occasions, Marc decided to go the long way round
so as to avoid it. His mother was working an evening cleaning shift again
that evening so he let himself into the dark empty house. He went into the
kitchen and stripped naked. His jeans were soaked with pee but he decided
to wash everything. Having stuffed them into the washing machine and set it
to work, he walked upstairs. As he went he chuckled. It was the first time
he'd got one over Morgan, assuming that was what he'd done since Morgan
seemed to enjoy soaking his mate with pee every bit as much as his intended
target. He also noticed the way Morgan watched with glee as Marc grasped
Luc's bollocks making him wince. By the time Morgan had finished soaking
him from the front and Marc from the back, Luc's jeans and boxer shorts
were soaked.


Over the next few weeks Marc called Ashley daily when his mum was out. He
loved hearing his boyfriend's voice as they told each other what they'd
been up to. Ashley seemed interested in what projects Marc was working on
and he told Marc all about various photographic jobs he'd done. They
couldn't wait to meet up again and planned a long weekend visit in a week's
time. Marc's classes had now ended and he spent most of his time preparing
for his final exams so he was able to make it a long weekend from the
Friday to the Wednesday morning. The thought of spending five whole nights
with Ashley caused his cock to go hard and since he'd stripped down to his
boxer shorts he was able to service that whilst they talked.

"Are you giving your cock attention whilst we talk?" Ashley laughed.

"Yeah, are you?" Marc replied guessing that Ashley would be naked.

"Of course; just hearing your voice makes me go hard" he laughed.


Marc told his mum that he was attending another weekend course in
London. She never questioned him further so he left early on the Friday
morning anxious to get there as soon as he could. He found Ashley helping
Clayton in the bookshop. They were busy preparing some material for another
protest the following week. Ashley rushed up to Marc as soon as he entered
and took him into his arms. They hugged and kissed whilst Clayton and Bret
watched on.

"Oh isn't it sweet; young love" Bret chuckled.

"Fuck off" Ashley laughed which made Bret feel himself. He knew what he and
Ashley were going to ask Marc later.

"Come and help us" Clayton said, "I've got to go to work at lunchtime; on
afternoon and early evening shift today at the clinic. Marc grinned and
stripped off his rucksack and his jacket before getting down to
business. Ashley looked at him and smiled as he admired Marc's slim
body. He was wearing a new T shirt and a tight pair of jeans. His mind went
into overdrive as he continued preparing banners.

At lunchtime Clayton said he had to leave. Since the shop remained open
over lunch, Ashley took Marc upstairs to the flat for them to have a
sandwich. They'd then take over from Bret for him to have his.

"It's great to see you again" Ashley said once they were on their own. Marc
said likewise and pulled his boyfriend into a passionate kiss.

Whilst they ate their lunch washed down with a beer, Ashley asked Marc a
question. "Do you consider yourself broadminded?"

"Sure" Marc replied wondering what the question was about.

"And when it comes to sex, are you interested in having it with more than
just me?"

Marc grinned and felt his cock twitch with excitement. "Sure, provided you
are".

Ashley then explained that he and the other guys often watched a gay porn
video which invariably progressed into them having sex with each other. "We
thought about having a session this evening; Clayton will join us when he
gets back from work."

"Yeah, I'm up for that" Marc said excitedly. Despite his innocence when it
came to sexual activity, he was certainly up for trying anything.

"Great" Ashley grinned and noticed Marc's bulge. "Can see you're up for it
already" he giggled.


Having closed the shop at five and fitted all the shutters which Bret had
found necessary to stop bricks being thrown through the window at night,
they made their way up to the flat to prepare their meal. As usual they all
stripped off down to their boxer shorts and set to work. "Sausages and mash
tonight" Bret told Marc who said he loved that.

Once the meal was over and they'd cleared up, they stripped off their
boxers and settled down to watch some gay porn. Marc had never seen a VHS
video player before and was intrigued to see how it worked. Suddenly the
television screen came to life and the film started. It showed a black guy
fucking a white guy who was on all fours. First he bent down and rimmed the
guy's arse and felt between his wide open legs to grab his cock. Having
prepared the guy's hole, he thrust his big black cock inside.

"Fuck, that looks so inviting" Ashley groaned as he stroked his own
erection. Bret grinned stroking his and looked over at Marc's. He was so
looking forward to getting his cock inside of Marc's arse before the night
was out.

As the film progressed, Bret lit a joint. He took several long hard drags
on it before passing it to Ashley. He did the same and passed it to
Marc. He'd never smoked grass before although he had smoked the occasional
cigarette. He gingerly sucked on it and then took longer harder sucks
before passing it back to Bret. Suddenly he felt his whole head spin. It
was a great feeling and he stroked his hard cock some more. Seeing it, Bret
knelt down between Marc's legs and took it into his mouth. When the joint
was finished, Ashley opened a bottle of poppers and took several long hard
sniffs from it. He passed it to Marc who did the same. This too was new to
him although he'd heard about it.

Whilst Bret sucked away, Marc watched the film. The black guy now had his
big black cock right inside the other guy and was pumping him like
mad. After a while the guy turned onto his back and lifted his legs. The
black guy plunged his cock into him and lay right over his body. The other
guy's legs wrapped round the black guy's waist whilst they kissed.

"I'm gonna do that to you later" Ashley grinned as he took another sniff of
poppers.

"Time for some real action I think guys" Bret laughed having pulled off
Marc's cock. "Do I have your permission to fuck your boyfriend Ashley?"

Ashley grinned and nodded. He was looking forward to seeing Marc being
given a good roasting by Bret's big thick cock.

"On your knees" Bret laughed so Marc got down and adopted the pose he'd
seen the guy in the film do. He then felt Bret licking and rimming his hole
as he pulled it wide open. Marc groaned with pleasure. It was just
beautiful.

"Yeah, lovely arse to lick" Bret groaned whilst he took several sniffs of
poppers before passing the bottle to Marc. He did the same and felt another
rush to his head. Suddenly he felt Bret's hot thick cock invade him.

"Fuck" Marc yelled at the suddenness of it.

"Yeah, that's what I plan to do; fuck this beautiful arse till you beg me
to stop"

As Bret fucked, Ashley moved over and kissed his lover. Their tongues were
soon entwined and it felt wonderful; his lover's tongue in his mouth and
Bret's cock up his arse.

Bret continued fucking for several minutes before crying out that he was
about to cum. Ashley stopped kissing and turned to watch Bret shoot his
load over Marc's hole before thrusting his cock back inside taking the hot
creamy cum with him. "Yeah, fucking beautiful" Bret groaned, "You're such a
lucky guy to have this arse to fuck Ash".

Ashley couldn't wait to get his stiff cock in there as he watched Bret
continuing fucking until he was spent. Finally he pulled out and Ashley
gently turned Marc over onto his back. He lifted his legs over his chest
and told him to hold them whilst he slicked his cock and slowly pushed
inside the open hole.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me please fuck me" Marc cried out. Ashley plunged right
inside and collapsed over Marc's body just like the black guy had done in
the film. He felt Marc's legs grasp his waist as he continued thrusting in
and out. They kissed passionately as he did so. It was just perfect.

Once he'd shot his load they had a rest for a few minutes and continued
watching the film. Bret lit another joint which they shared between them.

"I need a cock up my arse" Bret laughed and lay on his back holding his
legs up high. Ashley offered to do so and Bret told Marc to kneel across
his chest so he could suck Bret's cock and Bret could lick Marc's
arse. Having got themselves into position and all sniffed another load of
poppers the action commenced. Marc found the sight of Ashley's big cock
fucking Bret just a few inches in front of his face exciting. As he sucked
he tried to keep watching the action. Behind him he could feel Bret licking
and fingering his arse which sent shivers of erotic feelings shooting
through his body.

The action continued for quite some time before Marc tasted Bret's load of
cum in his mouth. It tasted good and he loved it. As he continued to milk
him dry, he watched Ashley's cock slamming in and out of Bret's arse. "Yeah
fuck that hole" Bret yelled. Ashley continued until he felt his cum about
to shoot. He briefly pulled out wanting to let Marc see him spill his load
over Bret's hole before thrusting back inside.

"Beautiful" Marc swooned as he watched the action.

They decided a rest was in order so Bret put on another film. This one
showed a guy being given a good hard fuck. The guy fucking was slamming his
cock in and out of the other guy as he slapped his naked buttocks. Every so
often he pulled out and made the guy take the whole length of his long cock
into his mouth. "Can you deep throat like that Marc?" Bret asked. Marc said
he'd never tried it but was prepared to do so. Bret wasn't going to let
that opportunity go by so he laid Marc down on the floor and knelt over
him. He then inserted his thick cock into Marc's mouth and slowly pushed it
in telling him to relax his throat muscles. Suddenly Marc could feel the
head of the big cock forcing its way through the back of his throat. He'd
never imagined he could do that but there was something exciting about
it. Seeing that he could take it, Bret took hold of Marc's long hair and
used it to pull his mouth right onto the full length of his cock. Marc
could feel Bret's bristly pubes against his face so knew he had the whole
length inside his mouth. Bret then pulled his head back and forth fucking
himself inside Marc's mouth. "Yeah, fuck" Bret eventually cried out as he
shot his load right down Marc's throat.

Whilst this was going on, Clayton arrived home. Seeing the action he
hastily stripped off and joined in.

"Our new friend loves being fucked hard and loves to deep throat" Bret
laughed once he'd pulled out.

"Perhaps he'd like to join us at the club tomorrow night" Clayton
grinned. Marc looked at Ashley who explained they often went to a private
gay leather club where guys had sex.

"Would you be interested in being a fuck slave for other guys to fuck you?
Clayton grinned. Marc again looked at Ashley to see his reaction.

"It's up to you Marc but if you enjoy hard sex then it's great fun; I'll be
there to make sure you're okay." Marc agreed so Clayton explained that he'd
have his hands and feet tied above his head so as to give the guys a nice
open hole to fuck. "Some guys will also kneel across your chest and make
you suck them off" Ashley added.

"Sounds good fun" Marc laughed although he didn't have much idea of what it
would really be like but as long as his boyfriend was there he'd feel
safe. "You will be there all the time will you?" he asked Ashley.

"Fuck yes, not having my boyfriend left alone with those guys; I should
warn you that some love rough sex and you'll have a sore arse by the end."
Marc grinned. He doubted it would be any worse than when Morgan raped him
and he'd survived that. At least here he'd know that a friend was there
should things get out of hand.

"How about we give you a taste of what it's like" Bret grinned "and then
you can decide". Marc agreed to that so he was taken into Bret and
Clayton's bedroom, laid on his back and they tied his wrists and ankles to
the back of the bed so that his arse was high in the air. "Fuck that looks
so inviting" Bret grinned, "The guys are going to love fucking that arse".

They then took it in turns to fuck him one after the other. Once one had
spilled their load of cum inside him, the next took over. At one point Bret
knelt over his face and forced his big hard cock inside his mouth whilst
Clayton fucked his arse. Marc had no control of anything so Bret grabbed
Marc's long hair to move his head back and forth to fuck his cock inside
his mouth. Every so often, Marc felt Clayton's hand slap his naked butt. It
stung like hell but for some reason he found it exhilarating adding to the
experience.

Finally the action stopped and he was released. "Well, what you think?"
Clayton grinned.

"Can't wait" Marc laughed.


That night, Marc and Ashley made gentle sensuous love. It was so much
different to the earlier action but Marc loved the rough as well as the
passionate. Making love with Ashley and feeling his hot cock inside him was
different because he knew they loved each other. There was no doubt about
that. Having spilt their load so much earlier, they just gently fucked
enjoying the feel of each other. They kissed and held each other
passionately before finally settling down for the night with Ashley spooned
up behind Marc's naked body. As he drifted off to sleep, Marc decided life
could not get better than this. All he now had to do was work out a way it
could continue.


4.

The club they were going to didn't open until late so after the shop had
been closed and shuttered up, they all went upstairs and had a meal.

"Are you still up for going to the club tonight?" Clayton asked. Marc
nodded feeling his cock twitch with excitement.

"By the feel of his cock I'd say he was" Ashley giggled as he had a feel of
Marc's boxer shorts.

"Yeah, can't wait" Marc grinned rather enjoying the attention he was
getting from Ashley.

"In that case we need to fit you out with some leather gear; they won't let
you in wearing jeans" Bret grinned.  Marc hadn't thought of that but Bret
said they had several sizes of leather trousers he could try on. They soon
found a pair that fitted him perfectly plus a leather waistcoat that left
his chest exposed. All he now needed was a pair of leather boots so Bret
rummaged in his box of leather gear. "Try these for size". They weren't
perfect but Marc was able to get them on.

"Once you're in the club those will be off you" Clayton laughed and then
explained that Marc would be stripped naked and led into the club wearing a
chain round his neck. This indicated to other members that he was new and
ready to be initiated.

"And I assume the initiation involves me being fucked by everyone" Marc
laughed.

"Spot on" Bret laughed, "He learns quickly this guy". Ashley again checked
that Marc was prepared to go through this and he said he was. In fact he
was looking forward to it since he wanted to show these guys he was up for
anything.


They made their way to the club and Clayton paid the entry fee for Marc
since he wasn't a member. The guy at the desk licked his lips when he saw
Marc. He'd slipped off his jacket that hid his leather waistcoat so was now
showing off his sexy chest. "Very nice" the guy grinned, "I take it he
knows about the initiation rules" he asked Clayton.

Once inside the club which was already busy with around twenty guys milling
around in their leather gear, Clayton told Marc to strip off. Having
slipped off his boots and his waistcoat, he unfastened the leather trousers
to expose his nakedness. He'd been told that guys in leather never wore
underwear or socks. Bret picked up the clothes and handed them to the guy
behind the bar to keep safe. Several guys were now gathering round having
realised there was a new guy to be initiated. Marc looked at them and
noticed several were wearing chaps with their backsides on view and their
big cocks hanging out the front. He grinned as Ashley gently slipped a
thick chain round his neck and led him to the middle of the floor. Such a
spectacle was for all to see whether or not guys took part but seeing this
cute guy everyone licked their lips in anticipation.

A heavy weight was dragged over and Marc was told to lay flat on his back
with his head towards the weight. Ashley then fitted handcuffs round his
wrists and connected them to a short chain fixed to the heavy weight. His
legs were then lifted up over his head and his ankles were shackled in the
same way before also being fixed to a chain on the weight. Marc was now
helpless with his butt high in the air for all to see. He could feel his
hole being stretched wide open and pairs of eyes drooling over it. Ashley
then gently slicked his hole with lubricant and offered the prepared hole
to the first guy standing by. Marc looked at the guy's cock which was
huge. He had a big hairy chest with a leather harness on. The big cock hung
between two equally large balls fully exposed at the front of his
chaps. His cock was already hard at the thought of fucking this beauty. He
slicked his cock with lube and thrust it in. Marc gasped at the roughness
but once the guy had his cock sunk into him right up to his balls; the feel
of the big cock filling him felt good and he relaxed. The guy slammed back
and forth whilst others urged him on. Another guy then knelt over his head
and offered his cock. Marc opened his mouth greedy to take it. The guy
wasn't as large as Bret so he was able to take it deep into his throat with
ease. Using Marc's hair to slam his mouth onto his cock, the guy mouth
fucked him until he felt his seed rise.

"Yeah, fucking good arse to fuck" the guy fucking announced.

"Can't wait" another guy replied feeling his stiff cock which was aching to
have some action.

As soon as the first guy had shot his load he pulled out and let the other
guy take over. He too slammed his cock in and out whilst others mouth
fucked Marc. Ashley knelt beside him all the while and when he could he
asked Marc if he was okay. Marc just grinned which Ashley took as a
yes. One by one every guy in the club fucked Marc. Quite how many he lost
count but by the time he was released his arse felt sore. Ashley gently
lifted his well used body off the floor and led him to the bar. "Think you
need a good stiff drink" Ashley grinned before giving his boyfriend a
kiss. "I feel so proud of you" he added. Bret had retrieved Marc's clothes
which he now put on. He also fitted a leather collar round his neck saying
he was now a fully fledged member. It seemed Clayton had paid his
membership fee for him.

Marc was given a double whiskey which he downed almost in one go but the
burning sensation inside his throat relaxed him and took away the soreness
of his throat and his arse.

"You did well Marc" Bret whispered, "Not many guys can take every member up
the arse and in their mouth in one go". Marc grinned and looked down at
Bret's semi stiff cock which was now on view at the front of his leather
chaps. He decided he'd have to buy some of those now he was a fully fledged
member of a leather club.

"Are there other clubs like this?" Marc asked. Bret said there were a few
places and one in particular in Charing Cross they often went to but that
was mainly for guys to dance and have a good time together. Sex only took
place in the toilet area which didn't appeal to Marc.


The rest of his long weekend was spent with Ashley or helping Bret out in
the shop. He loved all three guys and felt very much at home with them. He
again promised himself that once he'd sat his final exams and finished
college he would move to London. He mentioned it to Ashley who pulled him
into a big embrace. "That's fucking brilliant; do you know what you'd do?"
Marc said he hadn't a clue but one thing he knew for sure was that he
wanted to move to London and be with the guy he loved. It made Ashley think
although he said nothing for the moment because he needed to give his idea
some consideration and speak to his flat mates.

Each night they made passionate love which often went into the early
hours. Fortunately the other two frequently did the same so neither couple
disturbed the other as they made their feelings known to each other.

Again Marc made his long journey home with a heavy heart. He so loved
London and the three guys he'd got to know so well but he knew he had to
stick it out for a while longer whilst he finished his studies. Over the
remaining few weeks he worked tirelessly leading up to his final
exams. He'd presented all his project work and was more than satisfied that
he'd done a good job and would obtain top marks. Finally the last exam was
upon him and he set off with a spring in his step. Once inside the exam
hall he read the paper in front of him and his heart jumped with joy. All
the things he'd been revising over the past few weeks were there so he
chose which questions he wanted to answer and set to. By the time he'd
finished he felt very satisfied with what he'd done. He now had to wait for
the results.

That evening after his meal, he decided to go and celebrate at the local
bar even though none of his college friends were there since they all lived
elsewhere. He could have gone to Merthyr but decided to stay local since he
was tired. The bar was busy since it was another darts night but he noticed
that Morgan was not there. He saw Luc who kept well clear of Marc after his
last ordeal in the toilet and he also kept well clear of Morgan having been
so let down by him when he needed him to save him. In future Morgan could
do his dirty work on his own. He'd also decided that perhaps Marc wasn't
such a bad guy since he knew that Marc could have roughed him up much more
on that night in the toilet yet he hadn't. In Luc's book that deserved some
respect. Even so, he decided to keep well away from Marc just in case.

Once he'd downed two pints, Marc decided to leave. Morgan had still not
appeared which he found unusual. As he walked home fully relaxed he thought
about his new life. He'd already planned to go to London the next day to
see his lover and make plans as to how he could move there permanently. Not
really thinking about Morgan, he walked his usual way home which included
walking by the narrow passage where he'd been accosted by Morgan in the
past. Although it was July, the evening darkness had started to descend and
the narrow street near to where Morgan lived was dark. The heavy cloud that
night had blocked out the moonlight but Marc knew the way like the back of
his hand so wasn't bothered.

Suddenly he felt two strong arms grab him from behind. Within seconds his
hands were pulled behind his back and he felt them being shackled with what
he imagined were handcuffs.

"What the fuck" Marc yelled.

"Yeah, precisely; I'm gonna give you such a hard fuck you probably won't be
able to take cock up your arse ever again" Morgan growled feeling the
adrenaline shoot through his body. Marc struggled but knew he couldn't
escape since his hands were well and truly fastened behind his back. He
decided to go along with Morgan in the hope that at some point he'd release
him although even then he knew Morgan was far stronger than him. He still
couldn't make Morgan out. His words didn't sound like those of a guy who
hated gays but perhaps it just turned him on. He also started to think
whether he'd ever seen Morgan with girlfriends and realised he never had.

Morgan gripped his arms and took him up the narrow passage that Marc knew
led to the back of Morgan's house. His one up one down house had once been
the old bakery and had a small back yard with access onto this narrow
passage along which the baker's van used to go in and out. It had belonged
to Morgan's parents but his dad had also been killed in a mining accident
several years ago and his mother had remarried and gone to live
elsewhere. Morgan had kept the house to live in and led a lonely existence
apart from his mates at the colliery, if he could call them that.

Once Morgan had led him through a door which went into what had originally
been the small bakery he kicked it closed behind him. For a moment they
were in complete darkness before he opened another side door that led into
the small backyard of his house. He pushed Marc ahead of him and in through
the kitchen door. Once inside he ripped Marc's shirt off him. He then
unfastened Marc's jeans and pulled them down his legs before lifting each
foot to remove them with his shoes.

"Yeah, nice" Morgan moaned in a needy tone. Marc still couldn't understand
why Morgan was doing this. Suddenly Marc felt his boxer shorts being ripped
up the seams until they too were in shreds and lying on the floor. He was
now stark naked. Morgan pushed him into the next room which was a very
small living room. He pushed Marc down on the floor and used a scarf to
cover his eyes. For a moment, Marc just lay there trying to work out what
Morgan was doing. Suddenly he felt something lash across his naked butt
causing the flesh to sting. It continued for several minutes and Marc had
tears in his eyes. The pain was excruciating and he knew there would be
welt marks. Every so often the lashing went across his back which hurt even
more.

It then stopped and he felt Morgan's naked body move between his legs as he
pulled them wide apart. He knew what was about to happen and braced
himself. He felt his hard cock pushing up against his crack. Morgan pulled
the two buttocks apart and spit onto the hole. He thrust his hard cock into
Marc and fucked him brutally. Marc was certain he'd be injured and would
possibly bleed but there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop the
wild fuck he was being given. It bore no resemblance to the fucks he'd been
given at the leather club which by comparison were very gentle despite the
big cocks and the urge of each guy to feel their cock inside him. This was
rape and nothing like consenting sex.

He lost track of time as the fucking continued but eventually it stopped
and he felt the handcuffs being removed which, had he known, were the type
children played with so could easily be unfastened. As soon as he was free
he pushed Morgan off him. When he got up he saw a naked Morgan sitting on
the floor looking at him. He said nothing and Marc sensed he was crying but
couldn't be sure. Marc ran out the room, grabbed his clothes and ran to the
old bake house where he got dressed. He then made his way out into the
passageway and ran all the way home. His mum was working again that evening
so the house was in darkness. He went upstairs into the bathroom and ran a
bath. He needed to soothe his battered body which still stung from the
lashing he'd received and the rape. When he'd soothed his body in a warm
bath he tried to rub a lotion over his buttocks and lower back but without
much success. He wanted to go to London to see his friends but knew the
last train would have gone by the time he got to the station in
Merthyr. Instead he slipped into bed and tried to sleep. His mind kept
going over and over what had happened. He still couldn't make Morgan
out. Why did a guy who appeared to hate gays fuck him like that? It made no
sense.

At some point in the early hours he drifted off to sleep but was awake
early in the morning. He decided to get up and having washed and dressed
packed his rucksack for his week in London. He'd just finished his
breakfast of toast and cereal and was washing up his dishes when his mother
came down.

"You're up bright and early; where are you rushing off to?"

"I told you, I'm going to London for a week to stay with friends"

"Oh, yes" she replied without any sign of real interest.

He finally left and walked to the bus making sure that he went nowhere near
where Morgan lived. Never again would he use that route even though it
meant walking further. Once on the train he settled back but his butt and
back hurt so every now and then he had to stand. Eventually he reached the
gay book shop and staggered in. Bret and Clayton looked at him and
immediately realised something was wrong.

"What's happened Marc?" Bret asked as he rushed up to him. Marc burst into
tears not able to say anything. Bret asked Clayton to take Marc up to the
flat where Ashley was waiting for him. As soon as Clayton had opened the
front door he yelled for Ashley who soon appeared at the top of the
stairs. He took one look at Marc and rushed down.

"What the fuck has happened?" Ashley yelled as he ran down two steps at a
time. Clayton shook his head as he gently led Marc up the stairs. "What's
happened, my love" Ashley asked as soon as he had him in his arms.

"He raped me" Marc managed to say between tears.

"You mean that fucker Morgan" Ashley asked angrily. Marc nodded and winced
as Ashley hugged him.

"What else did he do to you?" Clayton asked quietly.

"Lashed my back" Marc cried.

"We need to see what he's done" Clayton replied as he gently led him to
Ashley's room. Ashley followed still fuming but he needed to see exactly
what Morgan had done to his lover before blasting off. Once in the bedroom
they carefully undressed Marc until he was naked. Both of them silently
gasped at the red welts across Marc's butt and lower back. "Looks like he
used a leather belt" Clayton said. "We must put some cooling lotion on it".

"I'll kill the bastard" Ashley yelled as he helped Marc lay face down on
the bed so Clayton could treat the injury. Having got an antiseptic lotion
from his medical bag, Clayton gently treated the affected area whilst
Ashley held Marc's hand and kissed the side of his face. "Can you tell us
what happened?" he gently asked. Marc nodded and relayed exactly what had
happened.

"That doesn't sound to me like the actions of a guy who hates gays" Clayton
said quietly, "More like a frustrated gay who's in the closet". Ashley
nodded. He'd thought that for a while having heard Marc's account of other
things this Morgan had done to him over the years.

Once Clayton had finished his medical treatment he suggested Marc be left
to have a rest. "The guy looks tired" he said, "Don't suppose he had much
sleep last night." Marc put out his hand wanting to hold Ashley's so
Clayton suggested he stay with Marc for a while. "I'll get back to the shop
and leave you guys alone for a while."

Once Clayton had left them alone, Ashley kissed Marc on the lips. "I want a
hug" Marc whispered. Ashley smiled and decided to strip off and join his
lover in bed so he could gently hug him.

Once in bed, Marc turned towards Ashley and they kissed. "I'm sorry" Marc
cried.

"Don't be daft, it's not your fault that you've been raped" Ashley
exclaimed. "This Morgan guy needs to be taught a lesson he won't
forget". Marc put an arm round his boyfriend's body. He felt safe with
Ashley beside him.


At lunchtime Clayton stuck his head through the door to see how things
were. Marc was sound asleep so Ashley carefully climbed out of the bed
trying not to disturb him. "Best to let him sleep" Clayton said quietly as
Ashley slipped on a pair of boxer shorts. Once in the kitchen and preparing
lunch, they discussed what had happened.

"We've got to do something about this Morgan guy; we can't let him get away
with this" Ashley said as he buttered several pieces of bread for their
sandwiches.

"What do you suggest?" Clayton smiled knowing that Ashley would have
already worked out a plan. Ashley then put to Clayton a plan of action but
it needed both his and Bret's assistance. "Yeah, I could get something from
the clinic that would make him fully compliant for a short while" Clayton
replied having heard Ashley's plan.

"Do you reckon Bret would help? It would need the three of us I think"

"We can but ask him" Clayton grinned, "But I reckon he would; he feels as
angry about this as you do".

After lunch Clayton went back to the shop and told Bret about Ashley's plan
to teach Morgan a lesson he wouldn't forget. Bret loved it and immediately
agreed. He'd met other guys who had made out they were anti gay but in fact
were closet queens and it annoyed him. Okay he understood some guys
couldn't come out publicly but to pretend they were homophobic when they
were not was something he couldn't abide.


The week together was far from what they'd imagined. Ashley had planned all
kinds of places to take Marc but it took several days for the results of
his beating to subside. Instead he took him round a few of the well known
places of interest and they discussed what work Marc could do when he moved
to London since there was no doubt in his mind now that he had to get away
from Morgan and his homophobic cronies.

"You could always come and work with me" Ashley blurted out one day, "I
could do with an assistant as I'm getting more work than I can cope with on
my own and often have to employ temporary help; your artistic skills would
be useful to me and you could produce some artwork for Bret to sell in the
shop and help me with developing film; I take it you know I've got a
darkroom at the back of the shop."

Marc considered the idea and the more he thought about it the more he liked
it. He'd never done a lot of photography but having seen the kind of work
Ashley did, he decided he'd enjoy it, apart from working with the guy he
loved. "I'd need to find somewhere to live" he added thoughtfully.

"Live we us" Ashley grinned, "I'm sure Bret and Clayton won't mind; what
you'll earn with me will easily cover your share of the rent and general
expenses; we pool everything and each pay a share at the end of the month."
Marc loved the idea but didn't want to impose on the other two guys. "Marc,
they both love you; well not as much as I do" he grinned, "but I'm sure
they'd love to have you join us."

Over their meal that evening Ashley told the other two about his and Marc's
plans. Bret and Clayton both said they were delighted to hear that Marc and
Ashley were to work together and were even more delighted for him to live
with them. "That's as long as you don't mind living in a shoebox" Bret
laughed.

"You should see my mum's house; it's not much bigger than here and my
bedroom is tiny" Marc laughed. With everything agreed they all hugged and
kissed each other. The plan was that the three of them would drive Marc
home to South Wales at the end of the week. They would then carry out the
plan Ashley had thought up to teach Morgan a lesson he would never forget.


5.

The drive to South Wales on the Friday afternoon was subdued. Marc kept
going over in his mind what the other three were going to do with
Morgan. All three were adamant they had to do something to teach him a
lesson, not only because of what he'd done to Marc over the years but also
to protect any other gays with whom he might come into contact. Marc knew
that Morgan was a creature of habit. He also knew that an important darts
match was being held that evening at the local bar and Morgan was a member
of one of the teams. He'd called an acquaintance of his just to check the
match was still on and the time it started. The guy he spoke to was on the
opposing team and he was keen to beat Morgan's team. Marc used the excuse
that he wanted to make sure he was back from London in time. The match
started at seven and Marc knew that Morgan always got to the bar about an
hour before to practice.

They'd driven in Bret's Vauxhall car and when they arrived in Marc's
village he directed him to where Morgan lived and then round the back where
the passageway to the back of the house was situated. Ashley sensed Marc
flinch when he saw the entrance and held his hand. Bret slowed down so the
others could see the old bake house at the end before driving off
again. The place was deserted which suited them perfectly. Marc told Bret
to drop him at the bus stop he normally used since he wanted to walk home
as if he'd travelled back by train from London and arrived home on the
bus. The others had around an hour's wait before their plan was put into
action.

"Will call you tomorrow morning my love" Ashley said as he kissed and
hugged Marc. The others also gave him a quick kiss before he climbed out
the car and they drove off. Marc walked off home but used the long way
round to avoid Morgan's place. The others drove back to it and parked in a
road nearby behind a few other cars so that theirs didn't stick out like a
sore thumb. To any passerby they were visiting nearby but as usual there
was nobody around.

"This place feels like the depths of beyond" Clayton whispered as they
climbed out the car. The others agreed and could see why Marc wanted to
move to London. Having checked nobody was around or looking out of a window
they walked round to the passageway that led to the back of Morgan's
house. Before Bret had opened the gay book shop he'd been a locksmith so
knew how to pick locks and had a set of skeleton keys. He took one look at
the lock on the old bake house and smiled. "Easy" he told himself as he
silently unlocked the door. They slipped inside and closed the door behind
them. It was dark since the windows had long been boarded up so Ashley
clicked on the small torch he'd brought with him. The place was full of
junk but they saw a bench on which they could sit whilst they waited.

According to the information Marc had given them Morgan always used the
back entrance when coming and going to his house. Marc said the front door
was barred and never used. Quite why he had no idea but he'd never known
Morgan use that entrance. As they waited, they just hoped Marc was right
otherwise they'd be buggered.

They'd been there for just under the hour when they heard footsteps walking
on the gravel path towards the old bake house. They quickly got into
position and waited for Morgan to open the side door which he had to use to
exit through the door Bret had picked. The door opened and three hearts
started to race. Before Morgan had time to close the door behind him he
felt a pad clamped over his face. The chloroform quickly did its job and he
collapsed into Bret and Clayton's arms. They knew they had no more than ten
minutes before the chloroform wore off so Clayton, being the biggest of
them, threw Morgan over his shoulder and carried him back down the path
whilst Bret ran ahead and Ashley followed on behind with his bag of camera
equipment.

To Bret's delight he found the backdoor unlocked so walked straight
in. Marc had drawn a plan of the house so they knew exactly where to
go. Once in the tiny living room Ashley and Bret removed Morgan's shirt
whilst Clayton prepared the injection he was to administer. He'd explained
that the drug he was using would make Morgan totally compliant and he'd
still have his usual faculties. It all sounded too easy to the others but
Clayton assured them it was safe to use in moderation and was often used to
placate volatile patients. Even so, the small dosage he'd used only lasted
a couple of hours at most so they needed to act quickly.

Once Clayton had administered the injection he and Bret stripped Morgan
naked whilst Ashley set up his camera equipment. His clothes were scattered
over the floor as if they'd been removed in a moment of passion. Bret then
stripped naked and Ashley silently chuckled when he saw Bret was already
excited at the thought of what he was about to do. They'd gone through the
motions of it all several times so each of them knew precisely what to
do. They agreed there'd be no dialogue so that Morgan couldn't identify
their voices should he ever meet them again. Bret also wore a wool pull on
hat to cover his hair and part of his face just to be safe, although Ashley
would make sure that his face was not included in any of the photos he was
about to take. He and Clayton would remain behind the small floodlight
Ashley had set up so their faces couldn't be seen either.

Ashley nodded that he was ready so Bret knelt between Morgan's legs which
were now wide open. Morgan had been laid on his back in readiness for a
blow job. Bret took Morgan's limp cock in his mouth and started sucking. As
he did so, Morgan came to from the chloroform. Bret had already positioned
Morgan's hands as if he was holding Bret's head urging him on. Much to
Bret's amazement he felt the cock he was sucking start to increase in
size. He continued sucking whilst Ashley took shot after shot of Bret's
mouth doing its job. Every so often Bret pulled off sufficiently to show
Morgan's swollen cock. He continued sucking until it was rock hard. He then
grasped it in his hand and massaged it whilst Ashley continued clicking
away. Morgan was now awake with a smile on his face. Ashley took several
shots to show that and Morgan seemed totally unaware of the fact that a
floodlight was shining on him and the action was being photographed.

When Ashley waved to indicate he had sufficient shots of the blow job, Bret
lifted Morgan's legs over his chest to expose his hole. He quickly fingered
it with lube and pushed just the head of his cock inside. He was tempted to
give Morgan a rough fuck but they'd agreed he wouldn't do that. What they
wanted was incriminating evidence of Morgan taking part in gay sex. Morgan
now had a look of absolute pleasure on his face whilst Bret held the head
of his cock inside the arse. Ashley took more shots to capture that look
along with the cock up his arse.

Finally Bret positioned himself over Morgan's head and offered his erection
for him to suck. Nobody thought he'd voluntarily open his mouth but he did
so Bret thrust it in. Whilst he moved it in and out with Morgan holding his
thighs, Ashley took shot after shot. Not once did Morgan look at the camera
or show any sign that he was being forced to do this.

Ashley indicated he had sufficient so Morgan was turned on his side away
from the other guys. Clayton administered another injection which was a
sleeping draft. Bret got dressed and Ashley packed up his gear. Clayton
checked that Morgan was breathing normally and they made their exit. It
wasn't until they were back on the street walking back to the car that they
spoke to each other.

"I can't believe that" Bret exclaimed, "The guy actually seemed to know
what was going on and was enjoying it".

Clayton chuckled. "I think it clearly shows that our friend is a closet gay
and his true self was coming out in his semi conscious state even though he
was unaware of who else was there.

"Fucking brilliant" Ashley laughed, "When this picture show hits the road
he's going to be well and truly fucked".


Meanwhile Marc was sitting on a barstool quietly sipping his beer wondering
how his friends were getting on. The fact that Morgan had not shown up
confirmed that things had gone to plan. He'd wished he'd been able to watch
but he knew that was impossible. Morgan's team were jumping up and down
wondering where the hell he was. Someone had even knocked on his front door
but there was no answer or any sign of him.

"Where the fuck is he?" someone shouted, "We need that fucker".

Marc smiled to himself as he took another sip of his drink. He noticed Luc
rather enjoying the fact that his ex friend had let his team down. Finally
the match commenced without Morgan who'd been replaced by a last minute
substitute. It was a close match and Morgan's team lost.

"I'll kill that bastard for not turning up" the team captain
exclaimed. Marc chuckled as he made his way home but he made sure he went
the long way round.

The following morning Ashley called to say how it had gone. "The pictures
are fucking brilliant" he laughed, "When these hit the streets that bastard
is going to be crucified". For a brief moment Marc felt sorry for Morgan
but then remembered what he'd put him through over the years.

"If he is gay, why the hell did he make my life such a misery?"

"To protect his secret my love but soon that will be blown apart"


Two days later, Marc received the package he'd been waiting for. He rushed
up to his bedroom and opened it. As he looked at each picture he couldn't
believe how realistic they were. It was as if Morgan was in a porn film. It
was now up to him to get them into the public domain without anyone knowing
where they'd come from.

On the Friday evening there was the usual darts match at the local bar so
Marc decided to attend in the hope he had an opportunity to leave the
package somewhere for Luc to find. When he arrived Luc was already sitting
on a bench to one side. He ignored Marc who bought his drink and sat at the
end of the bar. Shortly after, Morgan walked in. He too ignored Marc which
surprised Luc since he normally took every opportunity to make some
derogatory remark to him. Although Luc no longer acted as Morgan's
accomplice, they had remained close work colleagues. When you worked down a
mine you needed someone to watch your back. Having been school friends they
had continued to do that for each other despite the incident in the
toilet. Morgan acknowledged Luc and tossed his jacket down beside him
before joining his mates for the darts match. Marc couldn't believe his
luck. Morgan leaving his jacket beside Luc provided the perfect opportunity
he needed. All he now had to do was find the right time to do what he'd
planned.

The darts match commenced and as usual everyone stood or sat facing the
dart board. As usual, Luc sat at the back since like Marc he wasn't a darts
player or that interested but over the years he'd always supported
Morgan. Marc casually watched the match waiting for his opportunity. After
about an hour Luc went off to the toilet. As he did so he glanced over to
Marc. In no way did he want another incident like the last one. Marc
pretended not to notice him go but as soon as he had he casually walked
over to where he'd been sitting pretending to get a better view of the dart
board. Everybody was intent on watching someone play an important point so
were unaware of his presence. He casually dropped the envelope he'd had in
his pocket beside Morgan and Luc's jackets.

Marc sauntered back to his bar stool just in time. Out of the corner of his
eye he saw Luc return. He immediately noticed the envelope and picked it up
thinking it must have dropped out of Morgan's pocket. He read the message
on the envelope which said 'Thanks for a great time last Friday with J and
me. Thought you'd like a memento of what we did!' It was signed G. Luc
thought for a moment since it was that Friday when Morgan hadn't turned up
for the important match. He'd told his mates on the darts team that he'd
been unwell, taken a pain killer and fallen asleep. In reality he'd woken
up stark naked on his living room floor with his clothes scattered
everywhere. He couldn't work out what had happened although he had
recollections of having sex with a guy which he assumed he must have
dreamt. What he also knew was that he'd enjoyed the experience albeit in a
dream.

Luc noticed the envelope was unsealed so he peered inside. He gasped when
he saw the top photo. He pulled them out and flipped through each
one. There was no doubt that one of the guys was Morgan since he could see
the scar on Morgan's shoulder. He'd been injured down the mine and had been
left with the scar. Luc had often seen it when they showered at the
mine. What shocked him was that Morgan appeared to be having consensual sex
with the other guy who he didn't recognise although his face was not that
clear in any of the photos. It certainly wasn't Marc since this guy was a
lot bigger.

"What the fuck" Luc exclaimed as he once again flipped through each
picture. Several guys turned to look at him and Luc glared at Morgan who
was standing nearby. "You lied" he shouted at Morgan, "Last Friday you were
busy sucking a guy's cock". Marc smiled to himself but continued sipping
his drink as if nothing had happened.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Morgan shouted. Luc threw the photos
at him and they scattered across the floor. Several guys picked one up and
gasped. Morgan froze and went white. He immediately remembered what he'd
thought had been a dream. He picked up the remaining photos and looked at
them before running out the bar. Guys who'd picked one up passed them round
for all to see. Whilst all this had kicked off, Marc had made a quick exit
without anyone seeing. It would be the last time he'd ever frequent the bar
since the following day he was off to London to start a new life. Things
had worked out perfectly and Morgan had been taught a lesson he'd never
forget. In fact over the next few weeks his life was made hell. His work
colleagues called him every name under the sun, most of which were
homophobic. Luc refused to have anything to do with him ever again.


When Marc announced to his mother that he was leaving home and moving to
London she shrugged her shoulders. "What you going to do for a living?"

"Art and assist a friend of mine with his photographic business". She
nodded showing little interest and never once asked where he was going to
live so he decided not to tell her. On the Saturday morning after he'd
dropped Morgan into the mire the night before, he finalised his packing. He
only had personal items to pack and even those he'd pruned to the bare
essentials since he knew there was not much room in the flat he'd be
sharing with his boyfriend and the other guys. Once packed, he carried his
battered suitcase downstairs along with his rucksack which was
bulging. "I'm off mum" he called but there was no reply. He went into the
kitchen and then the small living room but there was no sign of her. He
glanced into the small garden but she was not there either. "Where the fuck
is she" he exclaimed out loud. He then realised her coat and bag had
gone. He couldn't believe that she'd go out without saying anything knowing
he was leaving home for good that morning. "Fuck her" he cried as he
scribbled a note telling her he'd gone and if she needed him anytime to
call the number he'd left. He grabbed his bags and set off. He just hoped
he wouldn't meet anyone he knew because he wasn't in the mood to be civil.

Finally he was on the train to London and just hoped he'd never have to
return ever again. Having settled into his seat he calmed down. A rather
nice young guy sat opposite him who smiled. It lifted Marc's spirits and
soon he forgot what he'd left behind. "Visiting London" the guy asked.

"Nope, moving down for good"

"Ah" the guy grinned, "you won't regret it; I moved there two years ago and
love it. Only come back about once a year to see my folks but would never
return permanently." Marc nodded and smiled. He doubted he'd ever return.


He first walked into the shop to see if Ashley was there. Bret came over to
him immediately and gave him a big hug and a kiss. "It's lovely to see you
Marc; Ashley has been excited all morning waiting to see you; he's upstairs
and Clayton is on duty; welcome to your new home." Marc's whole body
tingled with pleasure. Not only was he going to be living with the guy he
loved but two other guys who also wanted him. He couldn't be happier. Bret
had even got a spare flat key ready and gave it to him so he left him to
man the shop and made his way into the flat. He silently opened the front
door hoping to surprise Ashley but he'd been waiting for the door to open
so was down the stairs almost before Marc had time to pull in his luggage.

"At last you're here" Ashley grinned as he almost picked Marc up in his
arms and kissed him. "I've been so looking forward to you finally moving
in." Marc grinned and threw his arms round his lover. He too was excited at
the thought that they'd now be living together permanently and would have
his sexy body beside him every night. Just the thought made him form an
erection and from what he could feel Ashley had too. "Here, let me give you
a hand with these" Ashley said excitedly and picked up the battered
suitcase that contained most of Marc's life. Once upstairs they walked into
what was now to be their room and plonked the luggage on the floor. Ashley
again pulled his boyfriend into his arms and kissed him. "God I've missed
you so much during the last week; I kept on thinking about how you were
going to plant the evidence and hoping you wouldn't get caught doing so; I
love you so much."

Marc grinned and gave Ashley another hug, squeezing their bodies close
together. He could feel the hardness of Ashley's cock pressing against his
and he was so tempted to strip him naked there and then and make
love. Instead he explained how easy it had been in the end to plant the
evidence for Luc to find as if it had fallen out of Morgan's pocket. He
then went through what happened next and how Luc exploded and almost hit
Morgan as he threw the photos on the floor for other guys to pick up and
see. "By the time I quietly slipped out I felt quite sorry for Morgan; the
poor guy didn't know what had hit him but I could sense him going over and
over what must have still been in his mind from the week before and what he
saw in the photos."

"In view of what he's done to you and the pain he's caused over the years
you certainly don't need to feel sorry for the bastard."

"Yeah I know, but to be exposed in front of his mates must have been a hell
of a shock for him."

"Your trouble is that you're too kind but that's what I love about you"
Ashley grinned as he pulled Marc's face into yet another kiss. As he did so
he ground his erection against Marc's, knowing full well the effect he was
having on him. Finally he pulled out of the kiss and suggested they do some
unpacking. He'd made room in the wardrobe and the chest of drawers for
Marc's things and found space for his personal stuff such as his
laptop. This just left his art materials and a portable easel.

When everything was stashed away, Ashley picked up the battered suitcase
and Marc's rucksack. He then told Marc to follow him. He opened a door off
the landing which Marc had noticed before but had never thought to ask
where it led to. "Got a surprise for you" Ashley grinned as he led the
way. Once up a flight of stairs to the top floor of the building, they
entered a room beneath the eaves. It had been cleaned out and the wooden
floorboards had clearly been recently varnished. "This is our studio"
Ashley beamed. Whilst Marc looked round the space, Ashley stored the
suitcase and rucksack in a cupboard at the end of the room. "It used to be
just a junk room for storing old stock but once we knew you were moving in
we cleared it out for you to use as a studio when you want to paint and for
me to use for photographic work. Bret reckons he could sell homoerotic
artwork and photographic studies we produce. I've always wanted to do nude
studies and we reckon there are plenty of guys around willing to pose naked
for me to photograph and you to paint. What do you think?"

Marc grinned, "Yeah, sounds a brilliant idea and the light in here will
just about be okay". They once again fell into each other's arms and
kissed. The earlier erections were soon raising their heads again and they
grinned at each other as they pressed them together.

"God you're so sexy" Ashley groaned as they ground them together and kissed
with tongues flitting in and out and hands reaching inside their T shirts
and down the front of their jeans. "Want to take you to bed" he groaned in
between the kisses. Marc had no objection to that so they made their way
back down to their room.

They both hastily undressed and whilst Marc turned to place his clothes on
a chair, Ashley slipped his arms around Marc's waist and pressed a kiss to
the back of his neck. Marc knew he'd never get tired of that feeling, the
warm rush of breath against his skin that made his skin tingle and pulse
race.

When Marc turned round he rolled his hips and slipped his hand between
them; he could feel Ashley's cock hardening. Ashley didn't say anything but
he made a small sound and took in a sharp breath. Marc grinned and trailed
kisses up Ashley's throat until he caught his mouth with his own. They
stood for a long moment at the end of the bed, kissing and touching each
other.

Ashley wrapped his fingers around Marc's cock and started a slow
stroke. The head of Marc's erection grazed against his own with every pass
of his hand and all he could think about was the two of them coming
together, spilling out white heat all over each other, getting sticky and
messy. As if Marc was reading his mind, he wrapped his fingers around both
of their cocks, stroking them together. "Oh god, that feels so good," Marc
hissed. Another desperate sound escaped when the rough pad of Ashley's
thumb circled the head of Marc's cock, slicking its way through clear
fluid. "Don't stop," he whispered as he rocked his hips harder, forcing a
faster rhythm into Ashley's hand. Ashley's strokes got rougher, full of
intention, and Marc knew he was trying to get them off in a rush, quick and
dirty,

The sound Ashley heard from Marc was wild, unbelieving, and
overwhelming. Marc started to rock his hips harder as Ashley wrapped his
free hand around the base of Marc's cock, stroking him with every
motion. Marc let out a muffled moan as Ashley tightened his grip around his
cock and slipped a fingertip against Marc's entrance. With the new
sensation, Marc thrust his hips in one sharp snap. "Oh shit" he muttered
and felt the warm seed shoot out between their naked bodies.

Once he was spent, Marc dropped to the floor and took Ashley's stiff cock
into his mouth. He sucked with the same intensity that Ashley had massaged
him and within seconds he was rewarded with the taste of beautiful cum.

"Wow, I needed that" Ashley grinned once Marc had stood again and they fell
into another kiss. Without letting go of each other they managed to
collapse onto the bed and gently kiss each other as their hands caressed
their nakedness. It was just wonderful and Marc felt tears form in his
eyes. He'd never been so happy.

Quite how long they stayed in each other's arms neither knew but suddenly a
voice at the open door said "Oops sorry guys". They both looked up and
grinned. It was Clayton who'd now returned from his afternoon shift at the
clinic. Ashley waved him in since they'd all seen each other stark naked
before. Clayton sat on the edge of the bed and kissed Marc, offering
another welcome to his new home and then Ashley. Marc loved the way the
guys showed their love to each other and he immediately felt he was now
home.


6.

Over the next few weeks Marc settled into his new home. He loved waking up
each morning with a warm naked body beside him and he fitted in well with
the other two guys. He also enjoyed roaming naked round the flat with the
others even watching one another have sex every so often. Sometimes they'd
have threesomes and even foursomes which Marc also enjoyed. He'd never felt
so happy and told Ashley "You're my hero" since had he not met him he'd
probably still be stuck in a small mining village where the majority of
people considered him perverse, including his mother.

Marc and Ashley worked well together since they had different skills which
complemented each other. Ashley found Marc's artistic abilities worked well
with his technical photographic skills for the assignments he was involved
in which were mainly photographing products for advertising, catalogues and
websites. Now he had a studio to use, most of the work was done
there. Marc's artistic skills came in very useful when deciding how to
position things and angles to use. Ashley then used his skills for things
like lighting and exposure.

They also advertised in the shop for willing guys to pose nude for Ashley
to photograph and Marc to draw. To their surprise several applied from
which they selected six good looking guys. Over a period of weeks each guy
was invited to the studio and Marc sketched whilst Ashley took
photographs. The final pictures were then sold in the shop and after a
while they couldn't keep up with the demand. This led to personal
commissions, some guys on their own and others as couples, all in the nude
of course.

Now that Marc had money of his own he purchased his own leather trousers
which hugged his body and showed off his attributes perfectly. He included
a pair of short boots, an open fronted waistcoat, tight fitting T shirts
and a frilly white shirt if he was going somewhere smarter than a club or a
bar. He knew he wasn't butch enough for the master look and he didn't want
to be a slave but the tight leather trousers certainly caused eyes to turn
when he frequented clubs and bars. Gradually more were opening for the gay
community in London and the four guys made good use of them.

"Who fancies some trolling on the heath tonight?" Bret asked whilst they
ate their meal one evening. Marc looked at Bret somewhat bemused and asked
what he meant. The others laughed.

"You guys forget I'm an innocent Welsh poof from a small mining town" Marc
said indignantly.

"I'm sorry my love" Ashley said trying to placate him.

"Yeah, sorry Marc" Clayton grinned, "but from what I've seen you're hardly
innocent". Marc blushed and Clayton explained. "The heath is Hampstead
Heath and at night gay guys wander round looking for sex with other guys."

"Anonymous sex in the open you mean?"

"Yeah, precisely" Ashley chuckled, "but if you don't want to go I'll stay
and Bret and Clayton can go on their own."

"Fuck no; it sounds good fun; never had sex under the stars; and you do it
with anyone?"

"Yes, providing you like the look of them" Bret laughed, "We're not total
slags".

"You could have fooled me" Clayton laughed.

"Fuck you" Bret grinned.

"Don't worry my love I probably will beneath the open sky with other guys
watching on" Clayton retorted.

"So I take it everyone's up for it" Bret grinned.

"Yeah" the other three cried.

Once they'd cleared away the dishes, Ashley told Marc to strip and put on
an old T shirt, an old pair of jeans and a pair of old trainers. "Most guys
take off their jeans and T shirt but always keep your shoes on" Ashley
grinned.

"And guys fuck each other?" Marc grinned.

"Fuck, suck, rim, finger; whatever you agree to but for safety we all stay
together just in case a guy gets a bit too heavy; you're sure you want to
do this?"

Marc grinned and pulled Ashley into a kiss. "As long as you're with me; and
I shall want you to fuck me beneath the night sky with other guys watching
on".

"Try and stop me" Ashley giggled and grabbed Marc's bollocks inside his
jeans. Having his tackle flapping around inside his jeans without underwear
was already causing it to react.

At just gone eleven, Bret stopped the car where guys trolling the heath
always parked. They made their way into the depths of the heath where they
knew guys would be searching for sex. On their way through they saw two
guys busy at it. One was stark naked and bent over a fallen tree with
another fucking like mad. Marc's cock went from soft to hard within
seconds. By the time they found more guys ready and waiting for action,
Marc was rock hard. The four of them stripped off and guys nearby moved
round to have a good look. Within seconds the action was underway. A young
guy, who was also stark naked, moved up to Marc and bent him over. He'd
prepared his arse for action so the guy's cock slipped in easily.

"Yeah, beautiful arse to fuck" the guy gasped as he fucked away. Ashley was
next to him making sure his boyfriend was okay whilst he was fucking
another equally gorgeous naked guy. Clayton and Bret were busy sucking two
guys off nearby whilst others watched on massaging themselves.

The action continued for well over an hour and several fucks took
place. Before they walked back to the car, Marc made sure that his lover
fucked him under the stars which delighted him no end.

"Did you enjoy that Marc?" Bret chuckled once they were on their way home.

"Fucking brilliant" he exclaimed from the back of the car where he was
enjoying Ashley's attentions.


One Friday night all four decided to go to the club under the arches at
Charing Cross. The place was packed and Marc enjoyed looking at the number
of young guys all round him. They too seemed to enjoy looking at his tight
leather trousers which left little to the imagination at the front. One
particular guy caught his attention and he reached down to scratch his
balls and reposition his cock. It had taken far too much interest in the
guy's arse and almost every vein could be seen beneath the tight
leather. When the guy turned round Bret recognised him as a friend he'd not
seen for a while. He introduced the other guys and they stood and
chatted. As Ben gazed at Marc's naked chest beneath his open leather
waistcoat, he asked if they'd heard about the new private members' club
called 'Twelve'. Bret said they hadn't and Ben explained it was in east
London.

Ben told them what went on at the club and the guys became even more
interested. "They're currently recruiting more members at the moment until
they reach their maximum. You can only get membership if you're introduced
by another member but if you're interested I could act as your sponsor."

"What do you reckon guys?" Bret asked clearly interested by the look of the
large bulge at the front of his leather trousers. The other three said they
were definitely interested from what they'd heard so it was agreed that Ben
would meet them at the shop the following evening and he'd take them to
'Twelve'.

Marc asked why the club was called 'Twelve' and Ben explained it was the
number of the street in which it was situated. The club was run by two guys
who lived in an old property in a back street where most other buildings
were now used for small businesses. The guys ran a small business on the
ground floor and lived on the upper floors. They'd converted the large
basement into the club area. "It's all very discreet" Ben laughed, "You go
in the side entrance down a narrow alleyway and exit from the back. They
plan to limit the number at any one time to about thirty once they reach
their membership limit. I know the two guys so I can get you signed up
okay." Bret laughed and guessed how he knew the two guys since Ben loved
sex with whoever he could find.


The following evening Ben arrived at nine thirty as planned. It took them
just on thirty minutes to reach Shoreditch where the private club was
situated. It was open from ten at night until six in the morning so they
all looked forward to several hours of fun and games. Ben knocked on the
side door situated down the side alley and almost in darkness. A small
hatch opened and Ben showed the guy inside his membership card. They were
ushered in and met by a very nice looking guy who was naked. Once he'd
signed up the four new members and the joining and entrance fees had been
paid, he gave each of them a canvass bag in which to put their clothes. Ben
led them down to the basement where they met another equally nice looking
naked guy. They handed over the bottles of beer and a bottle of Vodka
they'd brought with them since every member was expected to provide
sufficient liquor for consumption during their stay. The club provided
snacks and soft drinks but nothing alcoholic since they weren't
licensed. For that matter the local authority had no knowledge of them,
hence the reason why it was a membership club and kept very discreet.

They all stripped stark naked and stuffed their clothes into the canvass
bag having made a mental note of the number printed on it for later
collection. These were then handed over to the guy who grinned as he
admired the four new beauties now on show. Ben then led them all into the
main area of the club which was a large room with a screen at one end. Gay
porn was showing and the floor was covered with a large plastic covered
mattress with cushions scattered around. Naked guys were sprawled over the
floor. Some were lying back looking at the porn whilst playing with their
cocks and others were enjoying sex with each other. As Ben had explained,
the whole purpose of the club was to provide an environment where you could
have casual sex with whoever you liked for a whole eight hours.

Within seconds of finding somewhere to lay their naked bodies, the four
guys felt their cocks reacting. Partly due to what was showing on screen
but also to what was going on around them. They decided to split up so Marc
and Ashley found a spot on one side of the room leaving Bret and Clayton to
find another. Ben was soon involved with a friend of his and being given a
good suck. Seeing the two new cocks on offer, guys either side of Marc and
Ashley were soon showing interest.

"Yeah, fucking beautiful cock" the guy servicing Marc groaned as he sucked
away. After a while he looked up, "Would love to feel that cock inside me"
he grinned. Marc was more than willing so the guy went on his knees and
offered himself. The guy was a good fuck and when Marc had finished, Ashley
took over whilst Marc moved to the guy he'd been servicing. He wanted to
fuck Marc so soon had his big cock inside him.

In between sessions of sex, they drank whatever was on offer and enjoyed
smoking pot that was doing the rounds. By six the following morning, Marc
had been well fucked with cum spilling out of him. He'd never had so much
fun and from what he could see, neither had Ashley. The four found their
clothes and made their exit which as Ben had explained came out at the back
of the building into another street. As they made their way home they all
agreed they'd certainly be back for more on either the Friday or Saturday
night it was open each week.


Marc and Ashley's love for each other grew even more as the weeks went
by. They loved working together and the photographic business went from
strength to strength with Marc's artistic involvement. He also produced
plenty of artwork for selling in the shop and made a name for himself in
the field of nude males. But beyond everything else, they loved their
sex. Not only with each other, which was passionate, but with other guys as
well which was just good fun. One night they went to the leather club to
have fun. Bret and Clayton were doing something else that night so it was
just the two of them who turned up in their leather gear. They wore their
long leather coats to make their way there and once inside left these in
the cloakroom before moving into the club wearing their leather chaps with
their naked arse on show. Ashley also wore his leather harness to show off
his hairy chest and Marc wore his leather waistcoat to show off his sexy
smooth one. There was a buzz in the club because a new member was to be
initiated. Marc thought back to when he'd undergone his initiation and the
thought of being fucked by all those present made his cock twitch with
excitement.

The guy being initiated was led into the room by a member called Rick. Marc
remembered him from when he'd fucked him during his initiation. Rick was
twenty five and a big guy both in terms of stature and cock. He always
loved being in the dominant position but had never had his own
submissive. He led in a stark naked guy who had a large chain round his
neck and his head down looking at the floor. Once he was in the centre of
the room he bent him over a fuck bench and spanked his arse with a leather
flogger until it was bright red. Rick unfastened the front of his chaps and
his enormous cock stuck out like a tree trunk.

"What you want me to do to you boy?" Rick asked.

"Fuck me sir"

"Say it again" Rick said as he gave the guy another spank with the whip.

"Fuck me please sir"

"That's better" Rick grinned as he thrust his big cock up the guy's arse
making him wince slightly as it went in.

Marc moved forward to get a better look. He was sure he recognised the
voice of the guy being fucked. It was in a Welsh accent and as the guy
groaned Marc suddenly knew who it was. He moved back to where Ashley was
standing and whispered into his ear. "It's Morgan; what the fuck is he
doing here?" He hardly recognised him because his hair had been cut short
and his body hair had all been shaved off including his pubes.

One by one the members fucked Morgan, several of them leaving cum inside
him. Ashley and Marc watched on not sure what to do. "Told you the guy was
in the closet; looks like he's at last come out" Ashley chuckled. "I'm
gonna give him a good long hard fuck for what he did to you" he added as he
moved forward to take his turn. Marc watched Ashley penetrate Morgan with
his big cock and for a brief moment he felt sorry for him even though he
still couldn't work out why he'd bullied him for so many years. Had he been
honest with Marc, he'd have been happy to have him as a friend and a fuck
buddy.

Finally Ashley finished his fuck having deposited his seed inside him. He
looked over to Marc and grinned. "Come on, give him a good fuck; he's got a
gorgeous arse." Marc moved forward still not sure what to do but the guys
round him were urging him on so he stuffed his cock into the well opened
hole and fucked away although he didn't really enjoy it.

Once done, Rick untied his submissive and stood him up. "Well done boy,
you're now officially my sub". Rick then removed the chain round Morgan's
neck and replaced it with a leather one. He was led into another room where
he was tied to a St Andrews cross facing outwards for all to see. His cock
was rock hard and Rick knelt down to suck it. Several guys gathered round
to watch. They knew Rick loved to tease the guys he dominated and would get
a guy almost to the point of shooting his load and then back off. He'd do
it time and time again until the guy was begging to be allowed to shoot his
load. He'd pinch his nipples, squeeze his balls and flick his erection with
his flogger. Rick wrapped a rope round the base of Morgan's bollocks and
tied it tight making his cock stand out erect. He licked, teased and sucked
it but not enough to let him reach a climax. Marc could see that Morgan was
at bursting point before Rick finally let him shoot his cum.

Still Morgan hadn't seen Marc standing there as he watched on but when Rick
finally allowed him to shoot his load and let him relax for a while, Morgan
looked up and saw him. For a moment he didn't know what to say. His mind
flashed back to all the things he'd done to Marc and he felt ashamed.

"Please sir" Morgan called to Rick, "May I speak sir?" Rick nodded and
walked over to where Morgan was still tied up. Morgan whispered something
to Rick who looked over to where Marc was standing and beckoned him over.

"My boy would like a word with you Marc" Rick said kindly.

*****

To find out what Morgan has to say to Marc, read 'My Hero (part 2)'.

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