Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2004 09:00:15 -0400
From: jamieanderson <JamieAnderson@compuserve.com>
Subject: Plastered

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This story contains graphic and detailed scenes of males having sex
together.

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                         Plastered

Dougie and I had been friends since the very first day at secondary
school. As two, totally lost, 12-year-olds we sort of got together,
more out of fear of the unknown than anything else. Three years
later, at the age of 15, I got the hots for Dougie, but sadly he did
not reciprocate my lust, however we stayed friends. Oh, if he was in
the right mood, he would muck about with me, I'd get to touch him up
and make him go hard, but that was the limit. Also, there was always
something between me and his hard cock, his jeans, his sleeping bag,
his Speedos, I never got my sticky little fingers on his naked
manhood. Then Betty came along and totally eclipsed me in Dougie's
department of sexual lust.

So, by the age of 18, we were still firm friends and, if Dougie was
feeling sexy, I could still get away with making a pass at him.
Perhaps I should also mention that I could still make him hard, this
puzzled me, I mean, he had Betty for that sort of thing. Of course I
had some gay partners by that time, so I didn't go wanting. However
Dougie was still there, an unattainable goal, but still a challenge,
and, given his looks and build, a very attractive challenge at that.
I don't really know why he kept me as a friend, knowing that I was
after him. Perhaps having a gay guy drooling over him stroked his
ego.

We took a gap-year, a free year between finishing school and
beginning university, and that is where our little tale begins. Oh,
we had great plans, we intended to 'do' France that summer. For his
17th birthday his parents had given him a motorbike and he had
passed his test, getting his full licence. Now he was mobile, and he
could legally take a pillion passenger. So equipped with a tent and
sleeping bags we were all but ready to set off for France. Betty,
who did not fancy living in a tent all summer, was safely out of the
picture. Maybe, without her, Dougie might become sexually frustrated
enough for me to be in with a chance. Ah, of such boyish daydreams
sexual fantasies are made!

About a week before we were due to leave, he called round to my
house to give me a lift to a cricket match some 50 miles away. I
never did find out why he was pissed off that day, but I could tell
he was miffed the moment I laid eyes on him. This would not be one
of the days that I would get a quick feel. He handed me his spare
crash helmet and I put it on, immediately I could smell Betty's
perfume.

"Get on! And keep your hands off my cock," he said.

As I had no intention of going anywhere near his manhood, I was a
bit hurt. However, I climbed on the back of the bike and contented
myself with hugging him round the waist. Mind you, his tempting
bulge was just inches below my fingers, but I didn't dare make any
move towards it. I just sat behind him, sporting a most painful
erection. Well, we wore our jeans rather tight in those days.

We were about halfway there when it happened. To this day I could
take you to the very spot. We were, belting down the road, well over
the speed limit, trees flashing by, then, just as we crossed the
railway bridge...

                           Nothing!

My memory just abruptly stopped and there was a total blank. Later I
found out that the process is called 'post traumatic amnesia', and
in my case about 15 minutes of my life went missing, on a permanent
basis.

My next recollection was coming round in the hospital. At first
things were very vague, just my mother's voice telling me that I had
been in an accident. She never mentioned Dougie, and I couldn't
remember how to talk, so I couldn't ask her. Then her squeezing my
hand and, for some unknown reason,  bursting into tears when I
squeezed back. Nurses and doctors fussing round me, after that, more
blank spots when I drifted off again. Eventually the world began to
get its act together, it straightened itself out, became a bit more
rational and I found that I could rejoin it. A nurse looked at me
carefully and smiled, I tried to smile back, it was an effort.

"Ah, back with us, Dennis?" she asked.

I nodded, and instantly wished that I hadn't.

"I'll get a doctor," she said, and she left the room.

After a moment I tried to sit up, only to discover that I was rather
efficiently tied to the bed, not the sort of thing you expect in a
hospital, then the doctor arrived. I must have still been struggling
because his opening words were, "Lie still, we had to immobilise you
as you kept pulling your drips out."

He was right, there were tubes leading from inverted bottles to both
of my arms. He began untying me as he spoke.

"No doubt you'll have a lot of questions and at the moment speech is
difficult, so I'll try to anticipate most of them, and just give you
the answers. You were in a road accident, about 4 days ago. Since
then you have been in a coma. You were totally out for 3 days, but
you have been slowly coming back over the last 24 hours. You friend
is in orthopaedics, with both arms broken and several other
fractures, none of which are life threatening. As far as we can tell
you only suffered a blow to the head, but we'll be keeping you in
for observation until we are sure," he paused, looked quizzical and
added, "Do you understand?"

Not wishing to try nodding again I managed to croak, "Yes."

"Try not to move too much, you have a catheter running into your
bladder and you do not want to pull on it, believe me!"

I slid a hand under the covers and discovered he was telling the
truth, there was a fucking pipe running right into my willy!

"Now your mother is waiting to see you. Unfortunately the nurse
informed her of your condition and she is just about tearing the
hospital apart to get in here. Given your present condition I'm
limiting her to 5 minutes," he said.

We'll skip over mother's 5 minutes if you don't mind. Let's just say
they were the longest 5 minutes of my life, you all know what
mothers are like.

A couple of days later, when they were shifting me from intensive
care to the neurological ward, they took me in a wheelchair to see
Dougie. Apparently this was for his benefit, not mine, as he had
gone a bit paranoid. He had convinced himself that he had killed me,
and they were just telling him I was unconscious to stop him from
fretting. He had not lost consciousness at the accident and he had
last seen my, seemingly dead, body being loaded on to an ambulance,
then driven away with the all the pretty lights flashing and the
heehaw blaring.

For my part I was rather shocked to see the state that he was in. He
had obviously cornered the market in Plaster-of-Paris. Most of his
upper torso was now encased in it. Both arms were sheathed in the
ruddy stuff, and they were sticking up in the air at very odd
angles. However the smile on his face when he saw me lifted my
spirits.

They left us together and we chatted about what had happened. I
discovered that we had rounded a blind corner only to find a parked
car blocking our path. Since we were going Hell-for-leather, there
was no chance of missing it, and we hit it square on. I went right
over it and more or less landed on my crash helmet. Dougie went
through the rear window of the car. Apparently the firemen did more
damage to the car getting him out than he did to it getting in. A
point he took great pride in. Needless to say our crash helmets were
the only reason we survived the accident.

Dougie was also bored to death, stuck in a private room, his parents
are quite wealthy and they could afford it. So he asked if I could
share it with him. This did not cause any great problems. Neurology
wanted to keep an eye on me and Dougie's room was as good a place as
any. A second bed was wheeled in and I was put in it. The room was
quite a luxurious place, with a shower and toilet en suite. Of
course as it was intended for only one patient it had no screens,
like they provide for privacy in the general wards.

The next morning I was treated to the most amusing sight of Dougie
getting a bed bath from one of the young nurses. Needless to say,
the funny part was watching him try to control his cock. But no
matter how red he went or how much he sweated, up it came. The nurse
took it all in her stride and even joked about it. I had to retreat
to the shower room to have a good laugh.

That night, after they had tucked us in and wished us good night, we
lay talking.

"So you fancy the young nurse who washed you?" I asked, teasingly.

"Look mate, it has well over a week since I had a wank, even a sheep
would be in danger, if I could lure it close enough!"

"How would you get it to jump up on the bed?" I mused.

"I'd figure out a way!"

"So you wouldn't mind if my hands got on your cock?"

There was an extra long silence.

"Well, if Betty comes to visit tomorrow, I could step outside and
guard the door while she gives you a blow job," I said, still
winding the poor bugger up.

He gave a groan, "Betty doesn't suck cock."

This surprised me, but I didn't let it show.

"Well I suppose she could climb on top and sit on it," I said,
continuing to enjoy myself.

"We're saving that sort of thing until we're married."

Now that, did make me jump.

"So what do you do?"

"If you must ruddy well know, she lets me finger her and she wanks
me off," he said, sounding slightly pissed off.

I could tell from his voice that he was speaking the truth, but it
still surprised me. I was 'going all the way' with my gay friends
and I had assumed that Dougie and Betty were banging like a
shithouse door.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I said, getting out of bed.

I walked over to his bed and pulled down the bedclothes. Apart from
the plaster straight jacket he was naked. His beautiful cock was
resting on his balls and pointing to his feet. Knowing how to turn
him on, I put one hand on his knee and slowly ran it up his leg,
keeping to the inside of his thigh as much as possible. This time he
made no effort to control his reactions and, by the time I reached
his nuts, his weapon was pointing to ceiling and beating in time
with his heart. In the dim illumination of the night light I could
see the head of it just peeping out of his foreskin. A telltale drop
of love juice indicating his arousal. Gently I fondled his balls,
wishing the moment could last forever.

"Wanna cum?" I asked, in a silky voice.

Two of my fingers had now found their way to his shaft and were
carefully retracting his foreskin. At last I was touching his naked
cock, no underwear between my fingers and it. Hell, it was hard as a
rock and very much alive. Stopping myself from drooling was taking a
bit of an effort. Ye gods, I had wanted to do this since he had
grown hair round it!

"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth.

By now the scent of a hot teenager was filling the air and I was
getting more daring by the second.

"Yessir, one wet wank coming up," I said, spitting on my hand.

"Just get on with it! If I don't shoot soon I'm going to go mad."

I soon had his manhood all nicely slicked up and I could feel the
sexual tension inside him. It would have been simplicity itself to
make him shoot, but that would have ended things far too soon. I had
waited years for this moment and it was going to last as long as I
could manage. So I took him up, and then stopped for a second or so,
just to let him cool down. This made him whimper most delightfully.
He tried humping my hand so get himself there, but all that plaster
limited his movements quite nicely.

"For God's sake, let me shoot," he pleaded.

"No."

"What!"

"The longer this lasts, the more that you'll enjoy it when you
finally blow your load. Trust me," I said, resuming the wank.

So we went down the same path again and he just missed shooting for
a second time. After the requisite amount of begging we had a third
go. By now he was threatening me with murder if I didn't go all the
way.

"OK, this time you get to shoot. But, I'm going to suck your cock
for you,"

"Don't you dare!"

"Hmm. Now that's an interesting point, how exactly do you intend to
stop me? You can't move, both your arms are useless. Besides the
sole alternative is me leaving you there, all hot and bothered,
while I go back to my own bed and play with myself," I said,
sweetly.

"Please, just jack me off," he whimpered.

"Nah, the state you're in, it would go everywhere and I'd spend half
the night cleaning it up," I said, licking my lips.

About this point I dropped out of the conversation as I took the
naked head of his cock in my mouth. Somewhere in the background he
wittered on, saying things of a negative nature, but I paid him no
heed. I had finally got his cock in my mouth and I was making the
most of it.

The previous summer I had met an American boy and had sex with him,
well, what else can you do with them? He wasn't much to look at, a
bit on the fat side, cut, and not very well hung, but he sure knew
how to suck cock. During the course of our short, but intimate
acquaintanceship, he taught me everything there is to know about
blow jobs. Dougie was now the beneficiary of all this specialised
knowledge and he was loving every second of it.

You see, first you map out the cock, they are not all the same, some
guys like one thing, while others want something else. So my tongue
and lips worked over the whole of his cock. I tickled the eye, ran
my lips round the head and listened carefully to his moans. Having
now figured out the best bits to play with, I really began the blow
job. I used one of my hands to steady the shaft as my head bobbed up
and down on it, while the other was round his nuts with one finger
touching the bit just behind his balls. This way I could feel him
shooting, I get a perverse kick out of feeling the cum shoot up the
cock I'm sucking. By now his whole body was shaking and then I felt
the pulse of the first shot pass my finger. One heartbeat later and
my mouth filled with his seed.

 "I'm cuming," he gasped.

Unfortunately I was no in a position to make a sarcastic reply, as
my mouth was full of cock and cum. I picked my moment carefully and
pulled back just enough to swallow, then he was filling it up for me
again. God alone knows how many time he shot, but I was hard pressed
to get it down my throat in time. Still that's what tends to happen
when an 18-year-old lad can't get to empty his nuts for more than a
week.

Alas, all good things must come to an end. Eventually I had a limp
cock in my mouth, with an exhausted teenager attached to it. I
reached out blindly and grabbed a tissue from his bedside cabinet.
Keeping his weapon in my mouth I began jacking myself off. He made
feeble humping motions and that was enough to make me shoot. God,
did I shoot, and most of it missed the tissue. I spent the next 5
minutes under his bed cleaning it off the floor.

"Like it?" I asked, as I put his bedclothes back over him.

"Yeah!" he answered.

"Can we do it again?"

"I'm going to be in plaster for weeks."

"I've died and gone to Heaven," I said, dreamily.

"If I'd known that you were that good at it, I'd have let you do it
ages ago," he said, happily.

"Still, we've got time to catch up."

"Same time tomorrow?"

"You bet," I said, as I got into bed.

But, in the middle of the night he needed to pee, so I got him the
bottle and put his cock in it. When he was finished he started to go
hard. The temptation was too much for me, so he got treated to a
second blowjob. As he wasn't quite so horny this time it lasted a
lot longer and I had time to taste his load when it jetted into my
mouth.

He lay back gasping, then when he got his breath he asked, "Did you
swallow it?"

"Of course," I replied.

"But why, you could have just spat it out."

"After all that work? Nah, if you cum in my mouth, then it's mine. I
swallow it and what was once part of you, becomes part of me. It's a
sort of ritualistic cannibalism," I said, licking my lips for
effect.

That earned me a funny look, but I just went and emptied the bottle
then got back into my own bed.

"Do you really enjoy doing that?" he asked.

"Yup! Why do you think I've been grabbing your cock all those
years."

"I wish I'd known," he said, distantly.

"If I had asked you if I could suck it, what would have happened?"

"I'd have freaked out."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Good night."

The next day I got the job of feeding him. It is a seriously weird
feeling spooning food into the mouth of a hunky male as if he is a
baby. Over the next few weeks I became his personal nurse. They
taught me how to give him a bed bath, which was a lot of fun. I also
read to him, massaged him and ran his errands, well, walked them, as
I was still a bit unsteady on my pins.

During this period Betty's visits tailed off. In the beginning she
was in practically every day and I used to tactfully withdraw to the
nurse's station to give them some privacy. Then the frequency
dropped to twice a week and after that it was just a quick weekly
visit. I was quite conscious of the coolness that developed between
them. I suspect that this situation was in no way helped by my
nightly efforts to keep Dougie's balls empty.

By now there was no real need for me to be in the hospital, but
Dougie's parents were quite happy pay the extra for me to stay in
his room as I seemed to be helping his recovery. Then the plaster
began to be taken off. This was done in stages and soon the only
parts left immobile were his arms, his beautiful chest again being
exposed to my gaze. Alas a lot of the muscle had atrophied, but he
still looked good enough to eat.

That night we both discovered his nipples were hotspots. The only
trouble was, he liked it harder than I was prepared to give it. In
the end I was biting then quite fiercely and he was egging me on.

"Jack me off and bite me hard at the same time," he growled.

Tentatively I increased the pressure and licked the trapped nipple
with my tongue while my hand stroked his weapon.

"Harder!"

I complied and he moaned, then his cock jumped in my hand. A second
later something landed on my hair and more splattered round my head.
Getting cum out of your hair is no easy task. Nor for that matter is
cleaning it off the bedding. However the gobs that had landed on
him, I simply licked off, much to his disgust. Well, I wasn't going
to let it go to  waste!

The removal of the plaster had been done with an electric saw.
Apparently it vibrates and, although it will cut through the rigid
plaster, it just pushes the skin back and forwards. However it had
left a couple of rough edges and these were irritating his skin. To
ease this the nurse had applied some Vaseline. Fortunately, for me,
she had left the jar...

That night I climbed onto his bed and squatted between his thighs,
while I got him all worked up. What he didn't know was, I had
already greased myself up a little earlier. After a while, when he
was nice and rigid, not to mention begging for me to suck him off, I
quietly greased his the head of his pole and straddled him.

I don't think he realised exactly what we were doing until I guided
the shaft between my buns. God, my hand was shaking, the cock that I
had most fancied fucking me, was knocking at my back door!

Suddenly, he caught on and said, "No!"

But he was a fraction too late and, by the time he had uttered the
word, the head of his cock was already inside me. I now slid his
foreskin back letting the naked head of his cock touch my innards,
while I watched his face. True, he continued to tell me to stop, but
that was not what his expression was saying to me. The lying bugger
was enjoying every second of it.

Slowly I sank onto his crotch driving his rampant manhood further
and further into me. To be truthful I hadn't had anyone as big as
him inside me before and I was beginning to think my eyes were
greedier than my ass. But, by taking things slowly, his weapon began
to move my guts aside and make room for itself. Gradually it felt
better and better as he filled me to my former capacity and beyond.

That said, I was very thankful when my buns touched his crotch and I
knew that there was no more of him to accommodate. I sat happily on
his cock and grinned at him. Experimentally I bounced up and down a
few times, causing him to withdraw a little then shove back in. A
look of pure sexual lust crossed his face. I bounced a little higher
and he began to join in.

The removal of most of his cast gave him a lot more movement and
soon I was merely squatting over him while he thrust his hips up
driving his pole into me. To add a bit of interest to the affair I
tweaked his nipples with my fingers, and my mount turned into a
bucking bronco. I held my balance as best I could since it was
obvious that his orgasm was very near.

Then my moment of triumph! The cock that I had been lusting after
all those years at long last exploded inside me and filled me with
his teenage seed. I could truly feel it pump his jism into my body,
wad after wad of it. As he slowed down my own hand left his nipple
and wrapped itself round the shaft of my cock. A few seconds later
and Dougie got sprayed, most liberally, with my load.

In slow motion I fell forwards and hugged him, still managing to
keep his cock in me. His face had caught some of my load and I
licked it off. In the process my tongue ran over his lips and he did
not protest. With great care I licked his lips again and to my joy,
they parted slightly. Our lips touched and deep inside my ass his
cock twitched. Then our tongues met and mingled. The next few
minutes were ones of total rapture as I was transported to a higher
plane of ecstasy than I had ever achieved before.

Without any warning, the realisation that I was totally in love with
Dougie struck me. What was even worse, I now knew that I had always
loved him. Then, there was the big downer, he was straight. To my
eternal shame I began to cry. I broke the kiss and sat up, then I
climbed off him, pulling his cock out of me. The empty feeling that
this caused did nothing to help, I got off the bed and rushed to the
shower room. There I composed myself, cleaned my cum off and dried
my tears before returning.

"Why the tears?" he asked, sounding quite concerned.

"Forget it," I said.

I cleaned him up and turned to get into bed.

"No. Come over here."

I went to his bed and stood beside it. I could not meet his gaze as
I knew I'd lose control again.

"Did I hurt you?"

"God no!"

Well, what is it? Betty?"

I bit my bottom lip, to hold in the tears as I nodded.

"Betty likes big hunky rugby players who can sweep her off her feet,
but she doesn't really go for helpless cripples." he said, slightly
bitterly.

Somewhere in the infinite darkness of my misery, a tiny light
flickered into existence, dimly it illuminated something, it was a
single word, 'Hope'.

"Huh?" was all I could manage.

"We're through. I wasn't really her boyfriend, I was more of a
fashion accessory. Something she wanted to be seen with.
Unfortunately, in my present condition, she wouldn't be seen dead
with me. Since my parents are loaded she assumed that one day I'd be
rich. I got to thinking, what sort of wife would she make? I mean,
if I bashed myself up again, would she look after me? I doubt it!
So, she said she wanted out, and I let her go."

His words poured some sort of volatile liquid on my little flame and
it blazed brightly. It must have showed on my face, because he
continued.

"Oh, don't get your hopes up, I'm not gay. But I'm fairly sure that
I'm bisexual."

For me, sleep did not come easy that night, Dougie went out like a
light. I lay thinking about life. Obviously France was out, neither
of us was fit enough for a start, and I doubt if even Dougie's
parents would be stupid enough to buy him another motorbike. But,
after this summer, there was university. We were both planning to
become veterinary surgeons and that meant spending the next five
years together. Could I get away with sharing accommodation with
him? What would life be like with a fit Dougie on hand for sex all
the time? I must have drifted off at some point because the sound of
the breakfast trolley wakened me.

Dougie's parents were, as I said, well off. This was because they
both had good jobs. However when Dougie was released from the
hospital he still needed someone to look after him. The casts had
finally come off his arms, but the muscles were so badly atrophied
that he was as weak as a kitten. He suggested me staying over at his
place and his folks went for it. Of course we had two beds, but they
were both of fairly generous proportions.

My mother didn't exactly go a bundle on the idea, but as Dougie's
parents had shelled out quite a bit for me in the hospital she sort
of gave in.

The first morning, when we were alone in the house, I gave Dougie a
bath, not a bed bath but a real one. He really did need my help to
get in and out of the bath, but I don't think my presence IN the
bath was 100% necessary, but it was fun.

Thanks to my nightly habit of sitting on Dougie's manhood it had had
an enlarging effect on my ring. I now take his not insignificant
weapon on spit alone. So we were just about to do what comes
naturally, when two over sexed teenagers get naked in a bath
together, when he stopped me.

"This time I want to be on top!"

This was not said as a comment, it was clearly a demand. However,
given our location, he had to settle for doing it doggy style. With
me on my hands and knees he prepared to mount me, for the first
time. I felt him fumble around trying to find the way in. Being a
bit of a bastard myself, I kept moving slightly so he missed. He
pretty soon cottoned on to my game and the instant he found his
target he thrust viciously forwards, plunging most of his manhood
deep into my guts. Yes, it did make my eyes water and I grunted
quite loudly.

"OK!" said Dougie, "Now things are gonna change. All the time you've
been in charge, deciding what I get and when I'm allowed to cum. But
this time I'm on top and you're getting fucked to my timetable."

To emphasise his words he gave another thrust with his hips and
drove himself right into me. He got a grip on my shoulders to hold
me in place. Now to be honest, his grip was so weak that I could
easily have broken away, but that would have spoiled the illusion.
Dougie had always been the leader, he was a natural and it must have
been quite galling for him not to be in control of the situation. On
the other hand I had been the Indian to Dougie's Chief, so it was
quite easy for me to relinquish command and become my usual
subservient self.

For someone who was still recuperating from a major trauma, Dougie
was amazingly able. He drove his cock shaft in and out of me like a
piston of a steam engine. It was the act of a man ridding himself of
a great sexual lust. Obviously he had wanted to fuck the arse off me
for some weeks. From my side it was perfect, Dougie was using me for
his own perverse pleasure. That great hunk, who always played in the
rugby first fifteen, was getting his end away shagging little old
me, and Betty could go suck rocks!

As his man-meat pounded my guts it kept running over my prostate and
God, did that make me hot. I managed to balance on just one hand,
not an easy task in a slippery bath, while I pulled my peter with my
other hand. The sensation of shooting my load while I was still
being rogered is difficult to describe. I could feel the muscles of
my ass gripping his shaft and, it react by bucking and spewing his
load into me. It seemed that, just for a moment, we were one being,
a whole. It didn't last of course, a few brief seconds later we were
two shagged out teenagers in a bath of slowly cooling water.

After a while he tried to withdraw, but I begged him to leave it in
a little while longer. I loved the feeling of another guy's cock
inside me, even if it was wilting fast. But eventually he did pull
out and left me with that dreadful feeling of emptiness. When I
turned to face him I noticed a new expression on his face. It was
that of a young male who has just had a most satisfactory shag and
is currently working out how he can get it again. I now knew that
Dougie would in future be chasing after me, and not the other way
round.

His first move was to convince his parents that he needed an
apartment while he was at university. He then managed to select one
with two bedrooms and suggest that I stayed with him. I was not
really surprised that he got away with it, he was an only child and
the apple of his parent's eye.

However the academic year had still to start and he was working hard
at reversing the atrophy his muscles had suffered. This involved
going to the gym once a day exercising till he dropped. I got
dragged along, too. In fact I even began to develop some muscles of
my own. His exercise tolerance went up amazingly quickly and he was
soon back to his normal, over muscled, self. Now, when he wanted
sex, he got it, as I was now the weaker one.

Of course this presented another ploy, he would make a grab for me
and I'd play coy. It didn't take him long to get frustrated enough
to rip the clothes off my body. Next I'd be thrown over his shoulder
and carried to the bedroom, only to be dumped unceremoniously onto
the bed. He tended to wear very little in the summer and so he would
be naked in seconds.

I'd be pushed onto my back and my legs placed over his shoulders.
From that position I'd be fucked face to face. He loved kissing me
as we fucked, I got the impression that he was trying to get his
tongue so far down my throat that he'd be able to lick the head of
his own cock. I think that this was his favourite position because,
once he had me in it, I couldn't get away from him. Of course, I
could also tweak his nipples and drive him into a frenzy then jack
myself off and force him to cum inside me, which did little for his
butch assurance.

But as we played, time passed, and all too soon it was time for us
to go to university. The motorbike had been replaced with a minibus.
Although it was far from new, it could carry about 8 people and we
could also sleep in it if we went camping. We both took driving
lessons and passed our tests. One of Dougie's first acts as we
arrived at university was to try out for the rugby team, and it goes
without saying that he was accepted.

Here the minibus came in useful as it could carry about half the
team. I came in equally useful as I do not drink and I could
therefore drive the drunken rugger buggers home after an away game.
Now this had certain advantages, the principle one was being allowed
into the dressing room after the game. There I could enjoy the sight
of our team naked, and in some lucky cases, the opposing team, too.
I tried to be discreet as I eyeballed all the man-meat while
controlling my own cock. Thank God I wasn't naked too, because then
the game would have been up.

Rugby players tend to be big, not fat, it's all muscle and they can
run like the wind, but the legs on them would make any self
respecting gay guy drool. One of our team, Sean, was a perfect
specimen, a tad over 6 feet, muscles in places that I didn't even
have places, upper arms as thick as my thighs, legs that would have
looked lovely round my ears and, although I never saw him hard, he
seemed to be fairly well hung.

Although he came from Belfast it normally didn't show in his accent.
Oh, he could put it on when he wanted to, usually when he was
joking, but he generally spoke with no accent whatsoever. He was a
happy, gentle giant with a great sense of humour.

The truth be told, keeping my eyes off his cock was quite an effort.
This was in no way helped by the fact that Sean was one of those
tactile people. He was always putting his arm round my shoulders and
giving me a hug. If he had a drink or two inside him his inhibitions
were reduced and he got even more 'feely-touchy'. For some reason he
was always sitting next to me on the bench seat of the minibus as I
drove them home. Concentrating on my driving while being cuddled by
a serious hunk was rather difficult. Of course I loved it and would
have gone for a damn sight more than a hug, if I could have gotten
away with it.

So Dougie's flat became a second home for some members of the rugby
team, one of those being Sean. One afternoon I was happily soaking
in the bath when the bathroom door opened and Sean walked in. He was
wearing a tracksuit and trainers. As I made a mental note to lock
the door in future, I heard him slip the bolt across.

"Sorry Denny, but I'm bursting for a pee," he said, by way of
explanation.

He then walked over to the toilet bowl and pulled down the front of
his tracksuit pants. This allowed his wedding tackle to flop out.
All of this was happening just a few feet from my face. Fascinated I
watched him grasp the shaft, pull his foreskin back slightly, and
then tense before he started peeing. I could feel my own cock rising
and there was bugger all that I could do about it. I just hoped that
he wouldn't notice.

Eventually he finished, but he just stood there holding his cock.
After a while, I dragged my eyes off it long enough to glance up at
his face. He was watching me! Despite being in a hot bath a shiver
ran through me, I had been caught.

"You want it?" he asked, proffering me his manhood.

My voice wasn't working worth a damn, but I managed to nod my head.
He moved closer and I sat up in the bath. His free hand ruffled my
hair and nudged me towards him. I opened my mouth and he fully
retracted his foreskin before pushing his hips forward. He sighed
contentedly as I accepted his weapon with my lips. I went to work on
the head and in a minute or so I knew exactly what made him tick.
This was neither the time nor place of a long drawn out blow job so
I reached for his nuts and began to drive him straight to the top.

Now most guys tell you that they are going to shoot, so you can back
off if you want. Some bastards grab your head and deliberately cum
in your mouth, whether you like it or not. Sean however just grunted
and dumped his load in my mouth. Not that I would have had it any
other way. It must have been some time since his last orgasm,
because I certainly got my money's worth. He kindly let me suck his
nuts dry, I hate being deprived of the last drops. Only then did I
let him have his cock back.

"You know, you're bloody good at that," he said, as he pulled the
front of his pants up again.

"So I've been told," I said, licking my lips.

"And I thought you were just a cock watcher. You won't tell, will
you?"

"No, it's our little secret," I replied, sliding back into the warm
water.

And with that he unbolted the door and left. I quietly jacked myself
off, while I mentally reviewed the incident. I finally reached the
conclusion that Sean was not gay, just very sexually frustrated.

The following week Sean called round at a time when he knew that
Dougie would not be home. I opened the door and he stood there,
filling the doorframe.

"I've got a pressy for you," he said, grabbing my hand and placing
it on his groin.

Through the soft material of his tracksuit I could feel his
hardening manhood. I kept my hand on it as I backed into the hall.
He closed the front door behind him and we went into my room. While
I closed the bedroom door he pulled down the front of his pants
again and sat on my bed. I turned to take in the magnificent sight
of his naked manhood. As I dropped to my knees he kicked off his
pants and I slipped between his massive thighs. He gave a happy sigh
and lay back on my bed, causing his cock to point towards the
ceiling.

Unlike the incident in the bathroom, time was not of the essence, so
dear old Sean was in for a real treat. I began with more of a wet
wank than a blow job, using my hands as well as my lips and tongue.
When his breath came in short pants, I eased off and played with his
nuts. These were quite large and now pulled tightly up against the
broad base of his shaft. His cock was slightly odd in this respect,
being very wide at the base and of more normal dimensions as it
proceeded towards the glans.

As I began to run him up again I speculated on my chanced of ever
getting fucked by this cock. Because if I ever did, I'd have to
watch out for the last inch and a half, as that would be a killer.
Sean had caught on to my little game right from the outset and he
seemed to be quite happy to go along with it. All those months of
practice on Dougie had made me an expert at running a guy right
along the edge without letting him go over. Sean provided a slight
bonus by the copious amounts of precum that he produced. As long as
I kept stimulating his prick, it just oozed out of it.

Finally he began to react, trying to reach his orgasm despite me. It
took him a while to realise just how good I was. This was the real
fun bit for me, totally controlling a guy, twice my size and weight
and God alone knows how much stronger, just by skilful use of my
hands and mouth.

"For God's sake, let me cum," he pleaded, "my balls are hurting like
Hell!"

I stopped entirely for a moment, causing him to groan as if in pain.

"I'll cost ya!" I said.

"OK, anything, just let me shoot."

"Give me a kiss."

"WHAT!"

"You heard. And not a peck on the cheek."

I was curious to find out just how far his sexual frustration would
drive him. Most males hate kissing other males on the lips. But,
Sean was on the horns of a dilemma, if he didn't cooperate, neither
would I. There was a pause while he mulled this over, then quick as
a flash, he sat up and grabbed my head with both hands and planted
his lips firmly on mine. His tongue thrust forwards and I had no
chance of resisting its entry. Once inside my mouth it hunted around
my teeth. Then he sucked all the air out of my lungs and his fingers
closed off my nose. He held us both like that until I could feel the
panic begin to build before he blew the air back into me and broke
the kiss. He then flopped back on the bed and I got back to work.

Maybe it was kissing me that did it, or perhaps it was nearly
asphyxiating me, but he shot his lot the moment I got my mouth round
the head of it. Long, hard gushes of his thick goo flooded my mouth.
Desperately I swallowed but some was running down my chin. However I
got most of it down my throat on the first attempt and caught the
rest on my fingers later. In fact I was just licking my fingers
clean when he sat up.

He looked at me for a while, in fact it was a long enough period for
me to start worrying. Perhaps I had overplayed my hand forcing him
to kiss me. Maybe he would beat the living shit out of me. His
contemplation of me continued then he spoke.

"I'm gonna get you for that," he said.

"For what?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

"You know damn well what!"

"You seemed to like it at the time," I pointed out.

"Yeah, that's what's worrying me."

"And for that you're 'gonna get me'? How?" I inquired.

"Next time, Denny, I'm gonna fuck your arse."

My gulp was involuntary, and quite obvious to Sean.

He stood up, pulled on his pants, dragged me to my feet and once
more his lips covered mine. But this time as his tongue forced its
way into my mouth one of his hands wend down the back of my pants,
got on the inside of my Y-fronts, parted my buns and a finger was
pressed against my ring with such force that I could not even slow
its progress as it entered me. We held it like that for a few
moments, his finger exploring my arse while his tongue ran round my
teeth.

When he broke the kiss he muttered, "You're gonna need something to
slick you up back there before I stick it up you."

Then he more or less walked out. I was now the one in a bit of a
dilemma. I had a strong suspicion that Dougie might get a bit
jealous if he found that I was having it off with Sean. Well, guys
are like that. I also knew that Sean was fairly pissed at me for
stealing a kiss, and he was also worried about the fact he enjoyed
it. It must be difficult being a straight guy.

In any event things went quite smoothly for the next week. Dougie
and I slept together in his bed every night. For that read, Dougie
fucked me at least once a night. The Saturday rugby match went off
OK, we won and there was a bit of horseplay in the showers. I kept
well out of it, but Willy, the scrum half, got wrestled to the floor
and while four of the forwards held him down Sean jacked him off. I
don't know what it did for them, but I quite enjoyed it.

Then on Tuesday evening, just after Dougie had left, the doorbell
rang. Again Sean darkened our doorstep. This time he walked straight
in as if he owned the place and proceeded right through to my room.
I closed the front door and followed him. By the time the bedroom
door was closed behind me he was already stripped to the waist and
about to unbuckle his belt.

"Here, let me do that for you," I offered.

He shrugged then smiled. I got the belt open and unbuttoned his
jeans, quite slowly and making sure my fingers rubbed against his
cock all the way down. I could feel he was already hard. The jeans
fell to the floor and he stepped out of them kicking of his sandals
as he did so. This left him dressed only in his jockstrap. I hugged
him and looked up to his face. He got the message and for the third
time he kissed me.

As ever, he was quite forceful and he held it for a surprisingly
long time. When he released my I slowly kissed my way down his
chest, then on to his stomach, licking his navel before following
the line of hair leading down to the waistband of his jockstrap.
Then I rubbed my face against the front of the now straining
garment. I could see the stain of the precum on the white fabric and
I sucked on the spot. Then I released his manhood from its
confinement and tried to swallow it whole. I gagged before I had
even half of it in.

Two hands grabbed my head and pulled me to my feet. My clothes were
removed, with what I thought was undue haste, then we went into a
clinch with his tongue and finger probing me at each end again. I
managed to get his cock between my legs. It felt hot and hard, I was
going to get a real 'seeing to' tonight.

"Did you get anything?" he inquired, as he broke the kiss.

I pointed to the jar of Vaseline on the bedside table. He reached
for it, opened it and stuck 2 fingers in to scoop out a dollop. It
felt cold as he pushed it into me, using both fingers, I might add.
It was a bloody good job I was being screwed on a regular basis,
otherwise the big bugger would have split me in two.

When he was happy that I was lubricated he applied an equal amount
to his own member. It looked quite menacing, all hard, swollen and
glistening. He grabbed a tissue from the box and wiped the excess
from his fingers. Next I was positioned on the floor on my hands and
knees. Obviously I was going to be taken 'doggy' style! I felt him
kneel down behind me and my legs were pushed apart by his knees.

Then that feeling of the hot, greasy head of a cock searching
between my buns for ring, it always makes me shiver in anticipation.
At any second I would be entered and I knew that we were past the
point of no return. The thrust, when it came, was really much more
gentle than I had expected. However it was more than enough to get
the head right into me. I wriggled a bit and a little more slipped
in.

Two ham like hands now took me firmly by the hips and held me
steady. After a moment he gave an experimental thrust. As I didn't
scream the next thrust was a real one driving him about half way
into me. OK, that did make me suck air through my teeth. However
instead of another thrust he just began to slowly fuck me. Then I
realised the trick, every forward drive got a little bit more of him
into me. So over the next few minutes he gradually filled me.

The change over from this 'entry fuck' to a real fuck was done in
small stages. But eventually those muscles that could send him
sprinting down the rugby field came into play. There was nothing
that I could do to either add to or detract from the coupling. I was
held in a vice like grip and I couldn't even fall face first onto
the floor. Not only were his hips thrusting his hands were pulling
me back onto the raging monster of a cock. I wasn't even allowed to
squirm and encourage him to cum faster.

So I did the only thing left to me, I jacked myself off. Not much
effort was needed to make me shoot my load, I can tell you. But when
I did shoot my ring went into spasms on his plunging cock and that
was all it took to make him shoot. And that, my dears, was nearly my
undoing! Remember his weapon thickened out at the base? Well, until
he was actually shooting, he hadn't had it all the way up me. But as
soon as he came, he rammed it home. As my ring was already in a
spasm, and tightly contracted the pain of it being roughly forced
even wider was beyond belief.

If you are in the throes of an intense orgasm when you are subjected
to extreme, and sexually produced, pain, the effect is quite
startling. The ferocity of the orgasm actually increases and I found
that I was forcing myself backwards and driving him further into me
just to boost it.

I may have blacked out about there, anyway the next thing I remember
was lying, face down on the floor with Sean's massive weight on top
of me. Although everything back there was mercifully numb, I could
sense that he was still inside me. There followed a long period of
heavy breathing during which neither of us had the strength to
speak.

Eventually I managed to croak, "God, I feel fucked!"

Sean began to giggle and it made his cock move inside me. I wondered
how much damage he had done to me.

"Denny, you are one crazy fuck!" he said in my ear.

"If you've knocked me up, will you marry me?" I asked.

"Nah! How would I know the brat was mine? I can tell I wasn't the
first guy up there."

"You men are all the same! Sex but no respect the morning after!" I
said.

"So, Dougie fucks you too?"

There was a long silence on my part. I really did not want to answer
that question.

"What makes you think that?"

"Neither of you has a girlfriend, and unlike me, you're not both
desperate for sex all the time. So if you ain't getting it from
girls, you are probably getting it from each other."

"I don't think he'd like it to be common knowledge," I said.

"Don't worry, I don't want anyone to know I've fucked you either."

"So, I have sex with boys because I'm gay. Dougie has sex with me
because he thinks he is bisexual and besides I'm a lot cheaper and
less hassle than a girlfriend. Now, what's your excuse for having
your cock in my arse?" I asked, mischievously.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"I'm shy. I don't know how to deal with girls. For example with you,
I just asked you if you wanted my cock, and you jumped at the offer.
Well, I couldn't say that to a girl, could I?"

I had to admit that he had a point, and I was the person least able
to advise him on how to get his leg over a girl.

"I believe you take them out and then you get 'wandering hand
trouble'. After that one thing leads to another..." I sort of dribbled
to a stop.

"I go out, my hand wanders, her hand slaps my face and the evening
ends abruptly."

"Perhaps you move a little too fast. I don't think girls go all the
way on the first date," I offered.

"Never mind, I've got you now and you're a lot better than wanking,"
he said.

Before I could reply he began getting off me. This involved him
removing his, now limp, member from my arse and the sensation took
my breath away. When I got up I found standing was a little more
difficult than it had been earlier. He grabbed me to steady me and
we ended up kissing again. This time his fingers explored the mess
he had made of my ring. He seemed fascinated by the fact he could
slip four fingers into me without any bother. I was surprised he
didn't lose his whole hand up there.

We cleaned up, got dressed and he left. Later than night the
inevitable happened, Dougie discovered that I had been unfaithful to
him. He suspected something from the moment he came through the
door. I must have looked as guilty as Hell and I could feel him
watching me. Eventually he asked what I had been up to. It all came
out in a rush and somehow I felt even more ashamed.

"He's a lot bigger than me," I said, in my own defence.

"Oh, you tried to fight him off?" asked Dougie, the sarcasm showing
in his voice.

"Oh, come on! He's at least twice my size, and he's a lot stronger."

"So, you just lay back and let him have his way?"

"It hurt like Hell, if you must know," I said, trying for the pity
platform.

Dougie walked over to me and grabbed me. Then he quite deliberately
began to strip me naked. When he had me starkers his fingers went
for my crack and pretty soon he knew the true state of my ring.

"You'll have to be careful Dennis, you're in danger of becoming a
slut," he said, just after he slid the fourth finger into me.

I was pushed roughly towards the table and forced to bend over it. I
heard his zip go and then he spat on his hand. A second later and
his rigid cock was ramming into my poor bruised ring. This could
only be described as a 'grudge fuck'. There was no love or passion
in it. He was rogering me as a punishment and nothing else.

Oddly enough, being held down over the table and, more or less,
involuntarily fucked, began to rouse me sexually. I was now
something even less than a sex toy. The humiliation and shame, which
should have been destroying me, just turned me on even more. In the
end we came together, even though I never touched myself. But
afterwards he just pulled out of me and left me there.

That night, for the first time, we slept apart. Then, a few days
later the girls began to appear. Oh, he didn't have any trouble in
finding them, they were 'Groupies'. Like rock bands, rugby teams
have Groupies, mostly girls, who follow them everywhere and try to
get into bed with the team members. The first few didn't last very
long. I strongly suspect his bedside manner needed some work. Then
it became quite obvious, from the noises coming out of his room, he
was either getting his leg over, or he was wrestling a pig.

Sean, of course, became a regular visitor. He and Dougie quietly
ignored each other's sex life and just got on with things. My ring
eventually learned to cope with Sean's violent orgasms. However
Sean's fantasy of getting me pregnant never seemed to fade. This
began to worry me as I slowly began to realise that he was treating
me more and more like a female, and the subject started to dominate
our post coital conversations.

"God, you're fucking fantastic in bed," he said, just after we
caught our breath one night.

"Hmmm," I replied.

"Shit, Denny, I wish you were a girl."

"Why?"

"Because then I'd knock you up and you'd have to marry me," he said.

"You'd want me all pot bellied and waddling?"

"Yeah!" he said, with some relish.

"Oh, bare foot and pregnant? I suppose I'd be chained to the kitchen
sink, as well?"

"Nah, tied to the bed. all ready to be fucked."

"I think, Sean, that it is time we found you a real girl."

"What woman would have me," he said, sadly.

Suddenly I realised just how insecure he was with his masculinity.
He didn't really realise he was attractive, albeit in a brutish sort
of way. I got to wondering how I could find him a girlfriend, before
he completely ruined my ring. Help, when it came, arrived from the
last place I expected it, Dougie!

One evening he suggested a foursome, Ann, his current girl, Sean,
himself and me. We went out first to dinner, then we went to a
dance. At first this seemed to be very stupid, but after a while I
saw the method in his madness. Each of us got to dance with Ann.
Dougie went first then I got my turn. After about two numbers I
looked over Ann's shoulder to see Dougie signalling me to come in,
so at the end of that number we left the floor and I handed Ann over
to Sean.

Now I don't know if you've noticed but the band occasionally takes a
break and recorded music takes over. Then the tempo normally slows,
and the lights tend to dim. This happened just as Sean and Ann
walked out onto the floor. I saw Ann sort of lose herself in Sean's
arms and I glanced at Dougie. To my surprise, he was smiling.

"She fancies him," Dougie confided in my ear.

"And you don't mind?" I asked.

"Nah! She's mad about jocks. If you can make the team, you can make
her."

Suddenly a little light went on above my head.

"Did you set this all up?" I asked.

He grinned and nodded.

"To get Sean away from me?"

"Yup, once Sean sinks that cock of his into a real pussy, I reckon
he'll leave your butt alone," he said, as his hand slid round my
buns.

"So you weren't out to find a girl then?"

"Well, at first I was. Then after I tried a few I discovered that
you're a better lover. So I figured out that if I got Sean bedded,
I'd get you back."

"You silly bugger! All you had to do was ask me and I'd have come
running."

That night the wild noises came from my bedroom. Dougie and I lay
together in his bed and listened, imagining what was happening. They
were quite loud and a bit distracting, but not enough to put Dougie
off his stroke. It was good to feel his cock inside me again.

Now, everything should have gone back to what passed for normal, but
alas it didn't. Dougie's taste for an occasional woman in his bed
persisted and I'd spend frustrated nights in my own room listening
to them shagging on the other side of the wall. Slightly more
surprising was Sean, he was still chasing my butt. Girls, it seems,
are not like boys, when it comes to sex. Boys want it anytime and
all the time, but girls are a bit fussier. So, when Ann was having
her monthlies, got a headache or was just in a snit, Sean would come
sniffing round me. And, if Dougie wasn't actually fucking me at the
time, Sean usually got his way.

When the second year started the team quietly picked up another
Groupie. Well, they picked up several, but one was different, in
that it was a 'he', and not a 'she'. He was a stunningly good
looking boy whose parents most obviously came from India. He was
young, slim, with a slightly girlish body but no effeminate
mannerisms. His hair was jet black and his skin a rather nice 'milk
coffee' colour. But his most attractive features were his eyes! They
were a couple of sizes too big for him, dark brown in colour with
long eyelashes and they lived under a pair of quite stunning dark
eyebrows.

Unfortunately he was frustrated in all his efforts by his shyness.
The expression 'he wouldn't say boo to a goose' was coined just for
him. Whereas all the other Groupies were all over the team, he just
hung around looking bashful. But to give him his due, he was loyal,
where ever the team went, he followed, and I don't just mean to away
games, he was there for training, too.

Part of the unofficial training took place in the swimming pool on a
Thursday evening. That was the 'men only' night, not that the team
had exclusive use of the pool, any guy could come and use it,
provided they didn't mind a group of hunky young men rigorously
swimming lengths all evening. Occasionally I used to go along with
Dougie and one evening I noticed the boy was there.

As usual he was keeping well out of the way, hanging on to the edge
near the deep-end. But if you watched what his beautiful eyes were
looking at, the real reason for his visit was quite obvious. He was
so intent on his observations that he never noticed me swimming up
next to him.

Now fluorinated water mucks up my eyes, so to combat this I wear
snorkelling goggles in the pool. True this also lets me see things
clearly underwater and some young lads' trunks do end up round their
knees when they come off the high board allowing me to observe their
tackle, but that is neither here nor there.

But, I must admit that I ducked under the surface and was not
surprised to see that the boy had a most obvious stiffy. I surfaced
and pushed up my goggles then I waited for my moment before I spoke.
Sean was just about to dive in and the boy was drinking in the sight
of Sean's body which was clad only in a pair of Speedos.

"Yes, you're right, he has got a magnificent body," I said.

I suppose that I could have got  greater reaction by sticking a
cattle prod up his arse, but not much. I gently slid my hand over
his erection and gave it a friendly squeeze. He froze! I took his
wrist, he offered no resistance, and I placed his hand on my groin,
allowing him to feel my hard-on.

"It's all right," I whispered in his ear, "you're not the only one
who fancies him."

There was a long pause, then he felt me up. This was followed by an
even greater hiatus. I could tell he thought he was putting his life
on the line. Then he said, "You're like me then ?"

"If you mean, do I like boys, then the answer is most obviously
yes," I said, making my cock twitch in his hand for emphasis.

This confession seemed to put him back into shock.

"Did you think you were the only one in the world?" I asked, gently.

He turned and looked at me for the first time. As we made eye
contact I thought he was going to cry, but he just nodded.

"Well, you're not!" I said, then added, "By the way, my name is
Dennis, what's yours?"

He said something that to my ears sounded unpronounceable, but then
added, "Everyone calls me Roy."

About here I pulled his hand off my crotch and we just hung there on
the edge of the pool chatting. He was horrified when he realised
that I had noticed his interest in Sean from the beginning.

After awhile I said, "Would you like to see Sean naked?"

I could almost feel his heart miss a beat, then he nodded.

"OK, in a few minutes he is going to quit for the evening and he'll
go take a shower. He always strips of his Speedos in the shower and
rinses them out. If we get in there before him we should get an
eyeful. Roy required no further encouragement and we swam across the
pool managing to lose our erections on the way. By the time Sean
entered the shower room Roy and I were sharing a shower right next
to the only free one.

I was standing with my back to Sean, as he didn't have anything I
hadn't seen before, and this let Roy have a good look. I also
provided excellent cover for Roy's erection. I could tell from Roy's
face the exact instant that Sean's Speedos came off. Out of
devilment I slipped my hand down the front of Roy's trunks, well no
one could see me do it, and wrapped my hand round the shaft.

Roy began to shake a little, then he grabbed my shoulders for
support and moaned quietly. A familiar warm wet feeling told me he
was shooting his load into his trunks. I just kept still until he
had subsided then I rescued my hand and as much of his cum as I
could manage. Out of sight of Sean, I let Roy see me lick my hand
clean. He tasted quite different from Dougie and Sean!

Let us just say that Roy sort of lost it for about 5 minutes or so.
His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing useful came
out of it. Fortunately by the time he recovered the power of
coherent speech, we were alone in the shower room.

 "You ate it!" were his first words.

"Yup!" I said, "Yours tastes more interesting than Sean's."

I suppose he was trying to say something along the lines of 'You've
done it with him?', but all that came out was the word, 'you' over
and over again.

"Would you like to get Sean in bed?" I asked, in an effort to break
the cycle.

That stopped him dead. His beautiful eyes got bigger and his mouth
hung open. Eventually his head nodded. Somehow I got him back to the
locker room. There I had to remind him to dry himself, before he got
dressed. Later in the bar I made arrangements for him to drop round
our flat the following Sunday. Then I knew that Ann would be out of
town and Dougie was visiting his parents. So it would be a fair bet
that Sean would call round with sex on his mind.

Roy arrived early and spent an hour fretting about what would
happen. Sean eventually arrived and looked a bit nonplussed about
Roy's presence.

"Sean, this is Roy. Roy, this is Sean," I said, introducing them.

They politely shook hands and Sean gave me a questioning look.

"Perhaps I should add that Roy has the hots for you, Sean," I added,
mischievously.

Roy was pole-axed. Sean's face split into a dirty grin.

"How is he at blowjobs?" asked Sean.

"I don't think he's ever done one," I replied.

Roy was now open mouthed and his head was flicking from Sean to me
and back as we spoke.

"Well, you'd better come and show him how it's done."

With that comment Sean picked up Roy in a fireman's lift and headed
off to my bedroom with me following. Roy got dumped on the bed from
where he watched Sean and his tracksuit part company. He stared at
Sean's bulging jockstrap and offered no resistance when I undressed
him. He still seemed to be fascinated with the view while I slipped
out of my clothes. I stepped behind the grinning Sean and reached
round taking hold of the waistband of his jockstrap in one hand
whilst caressing the contents with the other. The expression on
Roy's face was well worth the effort as he watched Sean's erecting
cock slip  into view.

I came round the front of Sean, still holding his meat. I motioned
for him to lay down on the bed. This he did with his manhood
sticking up like a mast. I climbed onto the bed with him and a
stunned Roy. I actually had to take Roy's hand and place it on the
shaft. He looked like he was in a dream. Gradually, by getting him
to repeat everything that I did, he learned how to suck a cock.

Sean, being an idle bastard, just lay there and enjoyed himself. His
contribution, apart from his stunning body and weapon, was  confined
to offering words of encouragement. As is his want, he gave no
warning before dumping his load into Roy's mouth. Poor Roy, who
hadn't seen another guy reach an orgasm before, never realised what
was happening until Sean filled his mouth for him.

Considering the circumstanced Roy did a magnificent job of
swallowing Sean's jism, true he got most of it down his throat, but
quite a lot ended up on his face. Being a helpful sort of a lad, I
licked it off for him. Sean lay back with a contented expression on
his face. Roy sat there, staring at Sean's wilting cock and gulping.
I wondered what would happen next.

Sean very lazily reached out with his hand and fondled Roy's buns.
Roy made no move to protect himself and soon the exploring fingers
went between the two brown orbs. But he did start slightly when the
probing finger went through his ring.

"Tight!" observed Sean, "Are you still a virgin?"

Roy nodded mutely, then looked at Sean's cock and whimpered.

"Yeah, you're right. I'd split you in two if I tried to be first.
Denny, why don't you have a go and I'll have sloppy seconds."

Now, until then I had never actually fucked a guy. I think that had
done almost everything else, but I had not been on top. Somehow I
didn't think that  this was the best moment to confess my ignorance.
So I got poor Roy face down on the bed and got between his legs.
Rimming him seemed to be a good idea for foreplay, I had done that
before. Actually I quite enjoyed slipping my face into his crack and
although he resisted like anything, my busy tongue soon won him
round.

I ignored the protests from Roy and the lewd comments from Sean,
apparently he didn't realise that I was into that sort of thing, and
got on with the job of relaxing Roy's ring. When my tongue was tired
I pulled my face out of his ass and used a well greased finger for
the next part. Of course my finger could reach the more interesting
part that my tongue could not. Soon young Roy was moaning like a
whore as I massaged his prostate for him. While his attention was
diverted I added another finger and more lubrication. Soon I was
digging three fingers into him and Sean was watching very intently,
still with a grin, as I quietly greased up my own cock.

Finally the moment came when I had to enter him. I must admit that
my hand was shaking as it guided my weapon down into his crack. But
by either good luck of good judgement I hit my target first time.
One fairly gentle push got the head of my cock inside him. As so
many others had done to me, I pulled my foreskin back and let the
naked head touch his guts. Then I very slowly lowered myself onto
him. God, it felt wonderful to slip it right up him. I kept
whispering in his ear, telling him to relax and trust me, which
seemed to work.

Oh, don't get me wrong; compared to Sean, my cock is hardly worth
mentioning. So taking me up the arse was no world shattering event.
Now I began my first ever fuck of another guy, with a very
interested audience of one. Sean was all over the place looking as I
shafted Roy. From my end it was a novel fuck as I was the one who
was running it. Roy was trying to relax, but his body was resisting
me, it was a sort of natural reaction. His anal sphincters were
trying to close and force me out again. Gradually they began to
weaken under my continuous assault and sliding my shaft in and out
of him became a lot easier. Then when their strength had completely
faded I could really get into my stride.

Then, when everything was going just great, I was controlling myself
nicely, really enjoying pushing my dick into his buns, Sean decided
to lend a hand. Well, a finger to be precise. He had obviously
noticed what had happened when I had my finger up Roy, and he
repeated the trick on me. I suppose that somewhere in the world
there is some super-human bugger who can stay in control on his very
first fuck while a third party massages his prostate, but it sure
ain't me! About 10 seconds after Sean's big fat finger hit the spot,
I was shooting my lot into Roy with an intensity that frightened me.

Sean removed his finger and I just lay there catching my breath. I
could hear Sean greasing his pole and eventually he lifted me bodily
off Roy. It was quite interesting to watch the shaft of Sean's cock
disappear between Roy's buns. The difference in skin colour caused
quite a nice contrast. Of course as Roy was freshly fucked, his anal
sphincters were too weak to protect him and he could not resist
Sean's invasion. All the poor lad could do was struggle and whimper.
He tried to pull himself up the bed to escape his fate, but Sean
just laughed and pulled him back down again. Only when his cock was
firmly embedded in Roy, did Sean pause briefly in his assault.

Even then the respite was a brief one before Sean really began to
work on Roy's butt. Out of compassion for Roy I got behind Sean and
stuck my face into his massive crack. Oh, he was strong enough to
keep me from reaching his ring, just flexing his muscles would have
been enough. But he didn't, he relaxed and his buns welcomed my
attack. Soon my tongue was inside him and I returned the favour by
making Sean shoot his load. I had never been rimming someone when he
came before and it was quite an experience I can tell you. Of course
Sean had rammed home the wide base of his cock and Roy was screaming
the place down, which all added to the excitement.

I was now expecting a tearful Roy to be yelling abuse at Sean, the
moment he got out from under him. But when Sean pulled out, Roy
melted into his arms and Sean stuck his tongue down his throat.
Sean's fingers slid between the brown buns and inspected the damage
he had caused. This made Roy moan gently and Sean grunt in
jubilation. After a while I got the impression that I was round,
green and hairy, so I quietly grabbed my clothes and left the room.
That night I slept alone in Dougie's room. If the noise level coming
from my room was anything to go on, neither of them got a wink of
sleep all night.

After that Sean was in his element with two lovers, Ann and Roy.
Most men would have tried to keep them separate, but old Sean just
went to bed with both of them together. He had them competing to see
who could give him the best time. Which was all very well, but it
kept him out of my bed, a mixed blessing if ever I saw one.

I only once saw Sean lose his cool. It was just after a game and it
had not been a good game, the other side wiped the floor with our
team and we were rather subdued that evening in the bar. As usual
Roy and I were tagging along, in an effort to cheer things up Roy
got up to buy a round. The background noise was about normal for a
Saturday night then suddenly one voice bellowed out, "Don't try to
shove in front of me you little Pakie!"

Instantly the noise dropped and everyone turned to look. A skinhead
type had lifted Roy off his feet by his lapels and was now screaming
racist abuse in his face. It would appear that Roy was personally
responsible for the entire state of the nation, the lack of jobs,
the lack of university places, the crime rate, you name it, Roy had
caused it. Sean moved quickly and silently until he was directly
behind the aggressor.

"Please put my friend down," he said.

His voice was ominously calm but his Belfast accent was quite
distinct. Sadly this did not have the required effect on the yob.

"Fuck off!" said the skinhead, not even bothering to turn round.

What happened next was quite interesting, Sean punched the lad right
on the back of his head. As far as I could see, he put his full
weight behind the punch. The yob dropped Roy and then fell more or
less on top of him. On the way down his face hit the edge of the bar
with some considerable force, I may add. Sean picked up the lad and
turned him round. His nose seemed to have absorbed most of his
impact with the bar and was now spread over his face. As we watched
blood began to flow. Sean now began speaking, with each sentence he
gave the boy an open handed slap around the face alternating between
forehand and backhand.

"You should not have insulted my friend."

Slap!

"He is Indian, and not Pakistani."

Slap!

"He was born in this country and he is a citizen of it, just like
you."

Slap!

About here the barman reached for the phone. Dougie placed a
restraining hand over his stopping him from lifting the handset. At
the same time he quietly shook his head indicating that calling the
police might not be a good idea. After about ten slaps I decided to
intervene and placed a restraining hand on Sean's shoulder.

"Sean, I think that is about enough," I said.

Sean stopped hitting the boy and just held him at arm's length. He
turned and looked at me as if I was a stranger. There was a lengthy
pause during which the boy struggled feebly.

"Well, I don't, said Sean, slapping the boy again for emphasis.

"Perhaps if the young man was to apologise to Roy for insulting
him?" I asked.

Sean paused, then said to his victim, "Well?"

The boy made a negative sort of noise. Sean's hand came up again and
I grabbed it.

"Look kid, Sean is bigger than both of us put together. At the
moment your life depends on him seeing reason. I'm managing to hold
him back because he respects me as a friend. But unless you start to
cooperate very soon I'm going to lose control of the situation..."

The boy looked at me sullenly then looked at Sean. At that moment I
was not facing Sean so I couldn't see what his expression was, but
the boy suddenly looked petrified and agreed to apologise. He was
then forced to his knees before Roy and made to repeat the most
grovelling apology I have ever heard.

When Sean released the boy he staggered to his feet. From somewhere
he rustled up some courage and he turned to Roy and said, "Don't
worry, I'll be back."

This was an almost fatal move as Sean grabbed him once more, this
time by the throat.

"Right you little shit, listen very carefully. If so much as one
scratch appears on my friend, you'll pay."

Then Sean turned to me, "OK Denny. You're going to be a Vet. Tell
me, what do you do to male animals who get stroppy?"

Catching on instantly I replied, "Castration. Off with their balls.
It works every time."

"Snip, snip?" asked Sean.

"Oh no. These days we just slip a big rubber band round them and it
works as a tourniquet. Within twenty minutes they are dead and after
about two days they fall off all on their own. It's quite humane and
reasonably painless."

Sean grabbed the boy's nuts with his free hand and very seriously
said, "Now lad, as we say back in Belfast, 'we know where you live'.
So if you touch my friend here you will wake up with an industrial
strength  rubber band round these and you can spend the next two
days saying goodbye to them."

The boy's mouth opened and shut several times. Sean must have had a
good grip of his balls, because when he finally released the boy he
gasped with relief. Then he made his way to the door and disappeared
out into the night. Sean looked at the mess of blood and turned to
the barman.

"If I could borrow a mop and bucket I'll clean up the mess that I've
made."

Since that day I have been very careful never to get on the wrong
side of Sean, or to hurt anyone he loves.

 The rest of our time at university moved swiftly. Sean was the only
one of my friends who 'had a little accident' and had to get
married. To no one's surprise Roy was the best man and the rest of
us got all togged out in penguin suits and turned up for the
wedding. To be honest most of the team would not seemed out of place
standing outside a night club frisking dodgy looking guests.
Mercifully Ann did not look too pregnant during ceremony. In any
event things went as smoothly as things can, when both a rugby team
and a lot of beer are at the same location. On the exact date
predicted, Ann gave birth to a son.

I was interested in what would happen to Roy, now Sean had both a
wife and family. To my, and I think everyone else's surprise, Roy
did everything but suckle the baby! When it cried in the night Sean
and Ann slept blissfully on while Roy was up feeding and changing
the baby. Anyway, Sean and Ann must have made a habit of having
'little accidents' as three more kids, another boy then two girls,
arrived in rapid succession. Roy was in his element with an entire
nursery to run. It was quite fortunate that Sean made a killing on
the 'dotcom' boom, managing to sell out for millions, just before
the crash, as he now had an expensive household to run.

As to Dougie and me? We finished university and then got training
jobs at two practices near our home. Mine was mainly a country
practice while Dougie's was in town and dealt with domestic pets.
However Dougie's practice had a young female assistant, named Fiona,
who was a dike and they started dating, each using the other as
cover. At their suggestion I started dating her partner, Ashley.

Fiona was a tall dark and very sexy looking girl, while Ashley was
slightly shorter than me, blond and, to be quite frank, rather
busty. If Dougie was the leader of our couple, Ashley was definitely
in charge of theirs. However, the deception was perfect, and all
four sets of parents got off our backs. We had all been getting ever
stronger hints that we should have been finding a partner of the
opposite sex. Needless to say none of our parents noticed that we
had a partner already.

So everything was progressing nicely, we were both now qualified
Vets and living together. At weekends and functions all four of us
turned up and everyone was happy, well until Dougie's father decided
to 'help'.

The first I knew anything of this was when Dougie said, "Fancy going
into practice with me?"

"Our own practice? Just you and me?"

"Yup! Currently it is being run, or should I say, run down, by two
brothers who are well past retirement age. It comes with a huge
house, downstairs is all practice and upstairs there are two floors
of living accommodation. And the best bit is, my dad is willing to
buy it for us."

Just the way he said the last sentence made my suspicious little
mind sit up straight.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

"It would be a wedding present."

"Not our wedding present?"

"He was thinking more along the lines of a double wedding with Fiona
and Ashley playing the parts of the brides. There is enough room for
all of us in the house and who knows who we sleep with?"

"Have you asked the girls?"

"Yup, last week and they are sort of positive about it."

After a bit of coaxing I went along with the idea. We'll skip over
the wedding if you don't mind, I felt rather guilty, making promises
that I had no intention of keeping. Sean, naturally, saw through the
whole thing, and although he said nothing, his looks made me squirm.

The next year was very hard work. The practice was years behind the
times and had lost nearly all of its patients. So we slogged away
night and day, upgrading the equipment, attending every form of show
where we might drum up some trade. Eventually it all paid off and we
finally had a business that could support all four of us, Dougie and
my good self being the medical staff while Fiona and Ashley were our
assistants. Everything was done democratically. Each Thursday
evening after surgery we had a weekly meeting during which all
decisions were made. So it was late one Thursday evening when the
bombshell was dropped by the girls.

 "We want to start a family," said Ashley.

The silence was deafening. I sat paralysed, unable to speak or move.

"We thought that, as you pair are legally our husbands, you should
be the fathers," continued Ashley, as if we had agreed heartily with
the idea.

My tongue came unglued from the roof of my mouth long enough for me
to say, "Dougie's a dab hand at artificial insemination..."

Fortunately for me I stopped myself before I added 'of pigs and
cows. So you pair shouldn't be a problem."

"No way!" snapped Ashley, "Any kids we have come the natural way."

"Well, couldn't Dougie do the fathering bit?" I ventured.

"Listen carefully Denny. Despite your personal opinions to the
contrary, you are a male and quite capable of siring your own kids.
Right, we start on Saturday night, and you're in my bed," said
Ashley, singling me out with a glance.

Dougie, I should mention, was about pissing himself laughing at this
point. He also refused to help me in anyway to avoid, or even
prepare for the dreadful event. Naturally, time took to its heels
and galloped, thus Saturday arrived with ghastly alacrity. Come
bedtime I dragged my feet but still headed off to the girl's room.
On the way I passed Fiona, who looked a lot happier than I did. God,
what I'd have given to change places with her.

"Ah, you made it," said Ashley, as I entered.

I nodded dumbly, trying to keep between her and the door.

"OK, we start off with  bath!"

"Together?"

"Yup, Fiona and me can fit in there together, and you're not much
bigger than she is. So, start stripping."

My body froze solid and as I watched she revealed that she was
wearing only four items of clothing, a T-shirt and a pair of jeans,
both of which fitted her like a second skin and the removal of which
exposed the other two items, an overfilled bra and a pair of rather
skimpy panties. Now, I had seen photos of naked women but for the
first time I was in the same room as one. What was even more
frightening, we were alone!

"Well?" she said, then getting no response she continued, "Here, let
me help you."

In less time that it takes to tell, I was buck naked. However it was
the sort of nakedness you only normally experience in dreams, where
you are the only one inexplicably lacking clothes. She then looked
me over in the same way some horsewomen scrutinise a new mount. I
swear I was blushing right down to my toes and the urge to cover
myself with me hands was almost uncontrollable.

"Right Denny. Up until now you have been the perfect partner," she
said, in quite a pleasant voice.

"I have?"

"Yup. We go out on dates, we dance, you see me home, and all the
time you keep your hands to yourself. Normally going out with a man
is like trying to fend off an octopus. Well, now that all changes,"
she said, stepping right up to me and hugging me.

Two breasts pushed into my chest as her hands grabbed me round the
waist. I more or less automatically hugged her back. She was so
soft, somehow I thought her body would be as hard as her attitude.
Her hands began to rove and I thought I'd better follow suite. At
first I carefully avoided all the 'off limit' areas, but as she
began to fondle my buns, I returned the favour. They felt quite
different from a guy's buns, a completely different shape, wider and
much softer.

"Ah, you are human," she said, wriggling against me.

God! I had an erection! Maybe, if I slipped it in quickly and shot
my load, I could get this whole incident over and done with. But she
had other plans, I was led to the bathroom, where a bubble bath
awaited us. We got in and sat one at either end. The thick layer of
bubbles did help as it disguised the fact that she was naked. Then
she moved and we were now lying in the bath, touching! Her hands now
moved freely over my body. I did nothing until she finally grabbed
my hands and placed them on her ample breasts. Actually, they felt
quite nice. Slowly I began to unwind and investigate her body. No
hard muscles, all soft and cushy. Even although I knew full well
that I was with a woman, it still came as a surprise when my hand
went between her legs and found nothing there. After we had
satisfied our curiosity we got out of the bath, dried each other and
retired to the bed.

"OK, here is how it goes," she said, taking charge again.

"Both of us are experts at making love to someone of the same sex.
At the same time we are both totally ignorant of how to turn some
one of the opposite sex on. So, I'll teach you how to drive a girl
nuts, and you'll teach me how to do the same to a guy. Right, give
me your hand and we can start with 'the naming of the parts'."

She was quite a good teacher, never moving on to the next task,
until I had mastered the present one. Yes, oral sex with a girl is
pretty disgusting, at first. But blowing a guy, or rimming him is
just as bad, if you think about it. I must admit that making her cum
was quite a turn on. Later I learned that her screaming was quite
audible in our bedroom. However, although she was allowed to cum as
often as she wanted to, I wasn't, I just got hotter and hotter. So
the night wore on and we pleasured each other using our fingers,
mouths and tongues.

We were actually having a breather when it happened. Just lying side
by side kissing when I realised that my cock was slowly being
swallowed by her pussy. What really took me unawares was the ease
with which it went in. No slackening up like Roy had needed, no
extra lubrication, just push, and you're in.

Once I was all the way in I twitched and she groaned slightly.
Experimentally I pushed her on to her back and, at the same time
rolled on top of her. She parted her legs and I sunk in between
them. The fuck seemed to start naturally, of its own accord. I was
really enjoying it when I recognised the symptoms of her orgasm
approaching. Suddenly I didn't know what to do. Should I try for a
simultaneous orgasm, or should I just ride her through it? I
couldn't very well stop and ask her. So I decided to try for the
latter option as I had heard that it was quite tricky. Ye gods, it
took all my self control to hold back from shooting as she went wild
beneath me.

A little later, when my hearing had returned, I went for the kill. I
had now figured what rang her chimes and I played on it. She began
to move towards the edge of the precipice and this time I might just
have to go along with her on the mad trip down. Then just as she
started to go her legs wrapped round me, trapping me inside her. My
face was thrust into those large soft breasts and I swear she fucked
me. I exploded inside her, unable to stop myself or even pull out.
For the first time in my life, my seed shot home inside a female.

After a while, we got up and cleaned ourselves. Then we tried to
sleep, but Morpheus was busy elsewhere that night and I learned the
pleasures of doing it doggy style with a woman. We also covered
doing it standing up, her on top - straddling me, her sitting on my
lap and a final second go at the good old standard, 'missionary
position'.

About 9 am the next morning I again passed Fiona on my way back to
my own bed. Shit, she looked exactly like how I felt, totally
fucked. Dougie looked suitably pleased with himself, I just dropped
into bed and reminded him that he was on standby before I blacked
out the world for eight hours.

Just over two weeks later Ashley informed us all that she was
'late'. The next day a tearful Fiona told us that she wasn't. This
made me secretly pleased but I suspect it hit Dougie straight in the
male ego. So approximately a fortnight later there was a return
match. This time I was not so frightened and I think I can fairly
say that we both had a great time.

Much to Dougie's relief, he knocked Fiona up on the second attempt.
So now we had two pregnant females, one running a month behind the
other. I have put my hand on a pregnant woman's belly to feel the
baby kick. But when it is your own kid in there it is strangely
different. I'll skip over the prenatal bit and the births, they were
both normal deliveries. But now Dougie and I were daddies to two
little boys. Naturally the girls went broody on us again and this
time it was two girls, born with in two days of each other.

So now we live the lives of two respectable country vets, living
with our wives and children in a very large house. Of course few
know the sleeping arrangements but the kids don't mind whether we
sleep with our wives or each other. Mind you, I prefer Dougie in
bed, he's not so bossy as Ashley.

The End

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